I come before You, Lord,
I, who is a selfish creature.
I own thoughts of greed by nature
and desires that solely benefit myself.
I aim for approval as much as
I grip the concept of self-worth.
I am weak, Lord, as much as this
vale of soul-making needs me to be.
But I am glad to behold
such imperfections in the mirror,
for I won't touch what I don't know exists,
and thus change what I don't acknowledge.
Oh, I am weak yet I rejoice!
Because as long as I hold this fact,
You, O Lord, provides for me,
and my strength will be unceasing.