Unchangeable God of Grace,
Merciful Lord of Heaven and Earth,
Your hand painted me from clay,
I, frail and full of ash.
The more I see You,
The less, I see myself.
Full of Ashes and Draped in ashes,
I seek You—the Eternal Being.
Breathe in me, O Jesus,
Grant me life anew.
Teach me to love You
As You command.
Hear the cry of this image,
Shaped by Your hand from ash.
You, the High Eternal;
Me, but a fleeting creature.
Before I could praise or love You,
I had to know You—
Yet how could I know You
Unless You called me? Clean me as you like
It was Your gift of faith,
Your grace,
That drew my gaze toward You,
Toward Your equal, “The Son of Man,”
And to the “Spirit of Truth.”
You contain Heaven and Earth and Everything There,
Their songs rising in perfect obedience.
And I, a fragment of Your creation,
Lift my voice as well.
Do not hide Your face
From this poor dreamer,
This seeker of truth.
You formed me,
And did not wish me, To vanish among Your wonder creatures.
My heart, restless, finds peace in You alone.
Yet, how can any part of me
Hold even a shadow of Your glory?
For long, I dreamt of holding You within me,
But how could this heart of flesh
Contain even a piece of You? Not exploding?!
You called, and You came.
You filled me with Your boundless love.
And still,
I remain the beggar—Ever longing for more mercy,
More grace.
