Dr. Antony Theodore
A Simple Prayer Of A Contrite Heart - Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
Purify me my God.
My life is an open book before you.
Wash me more and more
every night and day.
I cannot hide my sins from you.
Touch and purify my heart.
My offering today shall be
my contrite heart.
You will not cast away a contrite heart.
Do not turn away your face from me.
Wash me in your mercy
and take me to you.
I want to be in your presence
at dawn and dusk.
I like to sit before you
and muse about your wonders.
I delight in your plans for me.
Unawares you come to me to plan for me.
When I know of it
my heart is full of joy.
Who am I God, that you think of me?
I know when I cannot pray in words,
God hears my heart.
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