I love You, my God, with all of my days.
In holy emptiness, would I love you more,
Creator of heaven, Creator of earth,
who fashioned me fingers to touch and to count,
and fashioned me feet with cute little toes.
I adore You,
God of Perfection.
In every which way
I implore your protection.
Life to live, love to give life.
Lord, be You jealous for my soul.
My sole spare from stepping in mess.
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