Father of Lights,
You’ve shone through the darkness
In brilliance and complexity
Illuminating my poverty, my hiding
In the corners of simplicity
Unable to converse intelligibly
With the paragons of humanity
And Your luminescence is blindingly
Beautiful.
I am nothing.
So small, so dull,
Every time I’ve tried to run the race
I am startled by crowds, I fall
And fall and fall.
Alone, I weep in the crawl
But Your arms pull me tall
You hold me close.
I have accomplished
Nothing. If now, at this late hour
I may still make You proud,
My weakness hidden in Your power,
My fragility transformed
Bloomed like a flower
In Your care, carry me there
Where all things are summed up in You,
Reflecting Your beauty:
You Alone are Beautiful.