O, God, Who frees the captive

Do not liberate this carnal slave for freedom’s sake

For I will surely wing my flight to another thorny land.

Break, instead, each evil bond

And rub my swollen wrists,

Then take me prisoner to Your Will,

Enslaved in Your safekeeping..

O, God, Who ushers light into the darkness,

Do not release me to the light

To only see myself.

Cast the light of my liberation upon Your face

And be Thou my vision.

Do not hand me over

To the quest of greater knowledge.

Make Your Word a lamp unto my feet

And a light unto my path,

And lead me to Your dwelling.

O, God, Who lifts the grieving head,

Blow away the asks

But let Your gentle hand upon my brow

Be my only crown of beauty.

My Healer,

That I seek no other comfort.

O, God, Who loves the human soul

Too much to let it go,

So thoroughly impose Yourself

Into the heaps and depths of my life

That nothing remains undisturbed.

Plow this life, Lord,

Until everything You overturn

Becomes a fertile soil,

Then plant me, O God

In the vast plain of Your love.

Grow me, strengthen me,

And do not lift Your pressing hand

Until it can boastfully unveil

A display of Your Splendor.

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