In your house
My eyes are cleared again,
And I see your designs
Of purging my heart.
Oh Father!
Forgive my idolatry –
I have worshipped at the altars
Of self, of love, of pride
And now foolishly lament their destruction.
Father, cast down every idol,
Spare no necessary pain,
And let me not forget
When I go out the gates again.
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