Lord, make my heart an open book.
Allow all who meet me to have a look.
No one can read it when I open it,
So please make their illiteracy forsook.
Lord, there is none beside, nor before You.
Domine Deus, tu solus sanctus. Amen.
©Greg A. Oosterhouse,11-16-2006
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