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Come, please come, my Most Beloved; | |||
Make my hard heart like a flower. | |||
Shine Your light, and dispel darkness; | |||
Come, please come, my Most Beloved. | |||
Flowers that do not bloom on solid stone, | |||
Let them blossom now within soft loam. | |||
Fruits that grow not inside arid heart, | |||
Array them in a comely, verdant garb. | |||
Set me to tasks of Your preference; | |||
Humbly I make this plea in reverence. | |||
For long I've not done any of Your duties, | |||
And I don't wear clothing to Your liking. | |||
I know not which deeds are wrong or right; | |||
Today please pardon this flaw of mine. | |||
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Today | |||
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