"Though I'm a Wicked Servant"

Oh, my Lord, I can hide nothing from You.

My sin uncovered and I feel such deep sorrow.

And the work I have done is only just a shadow.

So, How can I live, let alone walk beside You?

I cannot do a thing on my own, I can only I follow.

And to my sin, I would say, I do not want to do.

I'd owe myself to despair, today and tomorrow.

By these mistakes, and my faults my death would be my own.

Please hear my question I give and lay down before You.

Have You departed from me my Lord? To sin I return to trouble.

In this state that I do live, I left it all to chance.

I ask You how Your call could be directly and to me?

I have no doubt what I'll do with my will and my being.

Please don't take Your grace from me, or Your will upon me.

I have regret, indeed I do, and sacrifice.

Taking myself toward death, I sin and sin again.

In this state I know remorse and it's my bitter end.

If You can hear me, I would beg and ask for Your forgiveness.

But In my labored toil you say,

"Love is better than sacrifice."

It initially seems to be, the hardening of the clay,

But in due time and your call, the waxing of a candle.

With a bit of bite of evil, but after little remittance,

I know You've chosen me to do things tiny and also small,

Pour Your Spirit into me, Lord, though I'm a wicked servant.