A Suppliant to Godhead's Throne

I come a suppliant to Godhead's throne

Attached and clinging to a chequered past,

Knowing Thou art here yet most alone,

A leading role in sorrow's drama cast.

If I could grasp the lever to propel

The psychic being to the body's fore,

Released from pain of isolation's hell

To know Thy will, to witness and adore

The presence that abides within these walls,

A grace above descending mid our doubt,

The Mother's love that sweetly to us calls

To trust that She will cast our demons out,

To tread upon the sunlit path, progress

By strong surrender, yield my life to Grace,

To feel in all this earthly outwardness

Divine, and evil from the world efface.