Longing

The world is cruel, vain and false

And yet Your visage oft I glimpse

Among the cracking of its walls

And teachings spoken with my lips

My Master, I beseech of Thee

Take my desires, wants and needs

And scatter them upon the seas

Make me a vessel for Your feet

Deny me what I most abhor

And grant me that which I most fear

So that my heart may Thee adore

And what I know You then reveal

Away, temptations, gone be lies

Let Faith arise and take their place

and grow unhindered and arise

The visage of Thine face

 

*in honor of Elul, by veritas