O Supreme, heal my wounds with touch divine,
Throw your light, and make me shine.
Take me to realm of your choice,
I won't complain, nor will I resist.
‘Twas all yours and ‘tis all yours.
Thus you made me and the same I am,
Save for some sins in ignorance.
Forgive them all, please,
From this burden, do me release.
Give me a chance for penance.
And if you please, punish them all.
But heal my wounds, one and all.
For ‘twas all yours and ‘tis all yours.
O Supreme, thus you made me, accept it's yours.
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total surrender to god. very good dedication. keep it up