most High creator of all things
come close to my fragile Spirit
bask Your love on me
take the moments that are yet to come
seal the memories that have passed
remember the desires of this sinner
withhold what You may - but never your Spirit
this all I ask: that I may dwell in Your arms
trading deepest hopes for truest promises
give me glimpses of eternal glories
render my portions useless if not surrendered
remind me the source of my very being
a hedge of protection around my vacant heart