I am undone.
How can you look upon me?
My hands have killed the innocent.
Their blood covers my conscience.
My conscience which rebelled
Against the Real, the True.
I am undone.
When you reach towards me,
When you hold my face,
So softly, gently, tender,
Do you love or me or despise
The errant death that I've become?
I am undone.
My lips, unclean, my filthy
Tongue and heart. Have always
Wandered and destroyed your art,
Your beauty. My lamentations,
Do they offend your ears?
I am undone.
Now place the coal upon my lips.
I am undone, for they are foul.
Cleanse them, burn them, recreate them,
I have seen your face.
Your PURITY astounds me.
I am undone.
Lo,
this hath touched thy lips;
And
thine iniquity is taken away,
And
thy sin purged.
