It has taken years of folly, loss and brokenness
To admit how much our human lot is such a mess
And to bow before a God where I can confess
That I am lost and in need of the smallest consideration.
Such an helpless child,
Without what is Good
I am lost and defiled.
I am sinful and willful and spoiled and wild.
I need taming and an holy admonition.
Where I see with the eyes of one healed and made whole
And I feel from the innocence and the depth of my soul
When I return to the Garden that my sin and pride stole
Where I can kneel as an act of contrition.
Oh give me the blessing.
Oh give me the grace.
That I can what is the Truth of this mortal life face,
That I can lose what is sinful and harmful and base
And turn to Good with humble volition.