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I dare call myself Your disciple.
Hiding among the baggage
of Your Prophets and Holy Ones
I dare say I am a pilgrim.
Of all that is best in me, Lord,
I am ashamed, and I am hushed
In Your Presence.
My thoughts, words and deeds
Condemn me for my inaction,
For only Your thoughts, Your words,
Are worthy, and Your deeds.
Look for me, Mother of Christ,
Among the pilgrim host,
And finding me not there,
Seek me again in Jerusalem.
Even if only in the shadows
Of the Temple’s copper gates,
I want to be found hanging
On your Son’s fruitful words.
Found hanging, Saints of God,
With you who hear the call and run
To the place of your crowning
And your everlasting new birth.
To steal the word of your call
I have been brazen,
But once stolen, let me keep it.
Forgive me, commend me to your Lord.
Running along behind you,
I dare call myself His disciple.
Lord, I trust in Your mercy.
I am Yours, so save me.
