God, cut my sight when I’m needing of soul.
God, give me patience and bits of control.
Excessive control may ruin the ride,
but, God, I need limits; still keep me inside.
God, help me love her. God, help me be.
God, make me Buddha under the tree.
Let me wander at times to feel that old spike
- I tend to feel you and I are alike.
But, God, I still need a little restraint.
God, have me rent the clothes of the saint.
Not too much, sweet God. Enough just to know
I couldn't be saint but shouldn’t be hoe.
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