Zandi Wardle (South Africa)
Oh restore me and fix me as you,
Mold me gently and breathe in me a new spirit.
I am like a lost bird that has built a nest in a forbidden tree.
Oh how I need you to own me in your courtesy and make me a new creature.
I have been swept into misery and know not my way home.
Oh how I have dipped myself in wealth as I plastered myself with money and material I thought mattered more than anything.
Oh please tone me thoroughly and make me yours.
Let me belong in your species as I have found my identity in you.
Let me dine as I am served in your divine wisdom oh Father…
I lost my way long ago, but I now need to be next to you.
Restore me and make me yours, for from beginning of time,
I have always been yours.
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