I called upon the name of the Lord,
but I called upon Him in vain.
For I was calling upon my idols,
and He did not come.
I fashioned Jesus from my own ideas;
built from Holy Scripture,
wrought in my mind,
through my pride.
I approached Him through icons;
‘not made with hands’,
stopping short at the image,
not looking beyond.
I called out, “Lord, Lord!”
I said that I knew You.
But I knew a different Jesus,
I did not know You.
I called what I thought was You,
but I did not know You.
Come to me, Lord Jesus,
teach me who You are.
I pour out my lusts,
I pour out my vanities,
I pour out my unlove,
in all of its forms…
Fill me with Your Righteousness,
Fill me with Your Peace,
Fill me with Your Justice,
with Your Purity, and Your Love.
Touch not my lips only with your burning coal,
but alight my whole body, and my whole soul.
Purify me with your Holy Spirit—
That I may know You as you are.
May it be truly You who come when I call.