Inspired by Proverbs 15.11
Death you know, destruction, too,
No place beyond control or ken;
The heart’s an open book to you,
You know us all, without, within.
I place my life before your eyes,
No pain nor purpose do I hide;
Lord, winnow grains of self I prize,
Remove the pieces ruined by pride.
Among your people purify
Our halting souls in common bond;
By Word and Spirit sanctify
That we by you be wholly owned.