A poem, by me, to mix it up a little bit.
What can I offer You, O Immortal King?
I am nothing, infinitesimal, minute.
I will offer You my being;
Yet I have no being, You alone are true being,
Rather, You transcend even being, O Great I AM.
I am death, sin, darkness, dust blown and scattered
Every which way on the wind
My existence is only substantial non-existence
You alone, there is no other, are vivifying,
Righteous, Light, everywhere present
The Filler of all things. The Creator. The Truth-giver.
The Lover of Mankind.
The nothingness of my soul wonders in awe
At Your loving mercy, Your humility
I would flee from it, running in terror, astounded,
Fearing to receive such incalculable gifts
Truly I cannot bear them.
You restrain me
O my God, My Lord, who am I?
I who thrust the crown of thorns
Onto Your pure head, I who mocked
You by my frivolous life and deeds
I willingly, with my own tainted hands,
Drive the nails into Your blameless
Hands and feet.
I, with eager stroke, thrust the spear
Into Your immaculate side
And only behold love and mercy poured out,
Blood and water.
Where can my mortal nothingness hide from such
O Lord, I am nothing.
I have nowhere to hide
but in You.