Who am I to you, O Lord?
I am but algae that covers the deepest part of the ocean.
A barnacle that clings to the earth like a ship.
I am the dust that dirties the earth,
Yet you choose to rub your face in it.
I am not worth the sting
Of the kiss from a lying friend.
I am not worth the pain
Of claws stripping through your skin.
I am not worth the spit dripping down your face,
Or the blood gushing from your side.
Why? Why don’t you get up?
Why don’t you rise on the wings of your angels?
I am not worth the trembling of your screams
As you cry out “My God!”—
My God! You have delivered me,
You have brought light to my shadowed face,
You have pierced my lying tongue,
And sprinkled love over my perverted heart.
I promise to bathe in your crimson glory,
And step out in the path before me,
For I was worth it in your story,
And you are worth it in mine.
Blessing to you
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