Help me to breathe after your holiness,
I do fall short. Help me hold long for your grace.
Keep me from poverty and bitterness,
Then let me see your face, let me see your face.

You are my purpose, regard your glory in my life,
remember me; let the perfume of my prayers,
reach every room of your heart; clear my
hold of heaven and earth, so let me be content in you.

Apart from you I have no one; no clout of sin and glory,
compares to you.  The sweetness of your touch
covers the shadows and thorns of my mind.
So let me lie down by still waters in the fullness of your grace.

All the days let me prosper in grace, so that I search
for you in the corridors and hallways of my dreams.