Though I'm A Wicked Servant (Alternate Version)

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, say, I don’t want to do.

I'd owe me 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 before You.

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

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

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

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

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

I have deep regret and angst, indeed I do, and sacrifice.

Taking myself toward death, I sin and sin again.

In this state I know remorse, my bitter end.

If You can hear me, I’d beg and ask forgiveness.

But In my labored toil you say,

"Love’s better than sacrifice."

Initially, the hardening of the clay,

In due time and your call, waxing of a candle.

With a bit of evil, but after little remittance,

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

Pour Your Spirit into me,

Though I’m a wicked servant.