I stand before you my savior
I’m bold and confident in my filth
Where and what can i hide from you
What I do not even know, you have known about me from the beginning;
Will your mercy be written in the sand for me?

I stand in rage my Lord,
Rage at my flesh which reeks of sin the more you reveal yourself to me.
Your perfection makes my nature spew and sputter.
Where can I shield myself from you,
when darkness is as light to you,
And even hell’s hurling insults should proclaim you as king.
Will you say I never knew you?

I stand in chaos my father,
I say it is better not to exist than to work on the blurred lines of a saint’s duties:
in this you shall recieve grace but in this you use all your strength and might.
Have I not used enough strength or had enough desire or love for you that i still should hide my nakedness?
Do you pity me enough to look me in the eyes so that I could walk on water?

Yet i stand because of hope my God, my refuge and strength;
Hope that my childish tantrums should make you give me understanding.
You’ve brought me to a place where the frivolous things of this world make me cringe and yet i still gather wool.
Will i be the one you look at when the rooster crows thrice?
Oh, I shall sing of your majesty even if i should merely be the woman who touched the fringe of your robe .