Take this broken vessel, Oh Lord,
And mend it for your daily use;
Gather all its fractured seams
And all its fragment parts and seal!
Refine it well and strengthen it
That it may withstand any attack
Make it anew without any trace
Of its history of all disgrace!
Create again from dust, Oh Lord!
As was done in the first creation
Hide and keep me out somewhere
That I may not again reach That Tree!
You know my weakness through and through
And the reason why I’m away from you;
I am the clay in your potter’s wheel
Rework me into your desire’s pot!
The thorns of evils still prick me
But I find an evil pleasure in there!
I do not know their poison power
That will throw me into fire!
I am the lamb that you lost somewhere
And searching all the hill and dale
Why should you care this faithless lamb
And long to live in this sinful heart?
My eyes are blind and path hidden
I grope in darkness with frequent falls!
Neither get up nor realize
I wallow this mire in total loss!
Pour forth on me your saving balm
And cleanse me with your perfect Love
I should perish and melt in you
And prove that Lord you live in me!