Neuronchaser. 25

Oh-h-h... Lord, what can a mortal hand present to You, 
When every star, each breath, already bears Yours? 
Who would seek a reward for those unfit to claim, 
But for the hope of You, we rase Your Mighty Name. 

Who now may pray before You, both for his own soul, 
And for the whole of people, every heart and goal? 
For thriving vineyards, for the wastelands that we roam, 
Each grain, each grape, each empty field — Your breath makes home. 
All fullness, all the barren, each breath that we receive, 
Flows from the One who owns the earth, the One we dare believe.

Reveal the pathways that lead through a world of sin,
Where Your hidden wisdom lights the dark within.
Grant me the insight of Your ways amid the dens of wrong, 
Teach me the steps that keep my spirit safe and strong. 
Teach me how to walk, to place each foot in grace, 
For hope has fled from heart and mind, a hollow space. 
Their fields turned to dry clay - the price of treachery’s lie, 
And even time can’t mend the wounds that now run by. 

Who can discern the ending of the path he’s chosen? 
When Prophets speak about fire, condemning every sinner’s season? 
The Sacred Book exacts its judgment every sacrificial beast and bird, 
A Weighty Law that confirms every spoken orison's word. 
But only You forever whisper of repentance’s blessed grace, 
And guide back to truth amid the world’s fierce race.

May every trap, each wolf-pit, every cruel snare, 
Find its own downfall, bound to its maker’s stare. 
Let justice turn the darkness back on those who plot, 
And let their schemes dissolve in the light they sought not. 
Help me lift my eyes and truly see You, 
Your light reveals all that’s false and true. 
Your presence I discern the truth, the way,
And walk untroubled, free of deadlock binds day.

Who can speak the mysteries that hide within our dread, 
When trembling hearts draw near The Throne where angels tread? 
Guard my soul through this fleeting, mortal sphere, 
And keep it safe for worlds that will appear.