to e.m.
if it be Your will, make me
the instrument
of Your satisfaction--
mold me to the requirement
of Your line.
for upon Your fingering
my slightest string,
the strands of song within me
come together,
fall disjunct
according to Your pleasure.
please, please,
enact on me
the note You wish--
strike from me
what chord You find
the sweetest to your taste.
My Lord, I was nothing
before you put your hands on me--
and when Your touch goes from me
i will be nothing again
but what You made of me.
so form me, my everything-maker, upon Your line,
string me, pluck me hard and soft,
turn my song upon Your cresting word--
for You i sing, sing,
i sing anything.
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