Jesus my Lord, please help me dare to show
even the faintest shadow of your grace:
I hide your light, I flee your shining face;
dirt though I am, I fear the seeds you sow
lest something unpredictable may grow
out of control to fill my walled-in space:
invade me, break into your proper place,
you whom I love, you whom I fear to know.

Many my fears have helped me shun free living:
      untie me, you who solved the knots of Hell.
Spores of old rage prevent my freely giving:
      drown all my sins in your pure living well.
My residue of pain still keeps me riven:
      thaw me, that I your one great flood may swell.