Stealthily, into my psyche
You came, Lord, graciously.
In me is no intellect or learning;
I have no ability, but Yourself I please.
Those subsumed in the whole of this Creation;
Theirs is not a lack of accommodation.
It is only Your compassion;
With appreciation I am brimming.
By praise and adulation mind is not filled;
You are bottomless and unending Consciousness.
I just muse that even You, in some manner,
For some reason hold me dear?
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For everybody, even the unworthy me, You make room.
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