If,
at any time,
I should forget to speak
Your praises,

If,
at any time,
I should fail to sing
Your songs,

If,
under the light yolk
You have placed upon me,
I should somehow start to think
I’m doing this on my own,

Let the words you wrote on muscle and bone
break forth to parade hallelujahs.
Let the spirit You breathed into my lungs
stir up Your sacred amen.

If,
at any time,
I should act in spite
of mercy,

If,
at any time,
I should disregard
Your love,

If,
on one of the evenings
You paint Yourself in the sky,
I should find my ego drifting
there with the stars above,

Let the glory You stitched into fiber and tissue
echo Your name through corporeal halls.
Let the oceans of blood tsunami my heart
until it speaks with Your cadence and rhyme.