O' Lord look down upon me a sinner
your humble servant
I bow before thee.
I love to prostrate myself at your feet
These feet
that my eyes just barely see the tips of
your toes from my position on the floor
I look at them
and my hand reaches out
inches its way towards your sandal
you reach down and touch my shoulder
i dare not look
you who are the chosen one
have dared to put your gaze on me
it's so warm and tender
that it burns a hole in my heart
i close my eyes
and then i wake up.
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