Oh You who sees,
who loves deeper than the sea,
of my weakness, I fall silent,
even as I quietly scream.
I beg,
as I grieve,
for a heart that will not grieve,
oh please, fount from which all mercy begins,
see me,
at my worst,
from the thoughts I could not quell,
to the heart that loses itself,
to the body to which I scream,
yet it so defiantly rebels.
Forgive me.
Oh Lord of the seven seas,
forgive me for what I have been,
for what I could have been,
what I continue to be,
and for what I will eventually be.
Have mercy on me,
and do not forsake me.
And to not a soul in this world would I ever ask of this,
except to You, oh You who perceives,
please,
see me.