Idiot Psalm 5

(Found here)

With unclean lips, at least, and yea
    with unclean hands, encumbered heart,
    congested, lo these many years,
    with no small measure of regret,
    and sin’s particulate debris,
with these and countless other dear
    impediments, I stoop to find
    my knees. And on occasion You,
    Whose dimly figured Face I dare
    pursue to searing clarity,
    have condescended, acquiesced
    to grant what little I might bear.

~Scott Cairns