Page 28 - Your Extravagant Kindness

Heal the scars, the self-conceit
of wounded hearts.

Callous arrogance tracks me down,
surrounds me, and ever alert, prepares
to throw me to the ground,
a ravenous beast in search of prey,

a fierce creature crouching in ambush.

Rise up, Holy One,

confront wickedness, rescue me from evil.
Reach your hand to save me, O Godde, my Guardian.

Our share in this life is fleeting

but you treasure us, and fill our bellies;
our children, too, are satisfied, and their children as well.

And I, justified by your grace, will behold your face;
I am awakened, fulfilled by the vision of you.