Prayer of the Soul

Whole legacies of self I've lived and still

I know the plundered heart, the broken will,

The body beneath the blows of tyranny.

As the ocean so this boundless love,

Constant feels the ecstasy above,

All things embrace that are but points in Thee.

Breathe still in me the strength to be new-born,

Though all my mornings wake to seem forlorn;

Implant in the heart the Word that sets me free.

Fill the crevice of my life with fire

Churn the roiling depths to lift me higher.

Make deep my joy to sing alone of Thee.