Have I not trespassed against you? Have I not cursed at your name? How is it that you continually seek me, always seeking where I dwell? Do I not carry the appearance of a wicked creature to your eyes?
How is it that I can place your sweet name upon my iniquitous lips without the burning of my soul? Have I not scourged you? Have I not my self accused you only to have you punished? Have I not denied you?
Where is the light in my soul? Where can I find it in such a wicked place? I deserve nothing from you, yet you continually give to me.
Who am I, my Lord, my righteous King? Who am I that I should have you?
I am nobody.
Jesus, son of the Blessed, I am yours.