A servant of the Holy One,
Who desires that His will be done.
A prisoner to His grace,
Who runs His predestined race.
A bearer of the Secret Flame,
Who desires not a drop of fame.
A part of His sacred vine,
Who drinks from His holy wine.
A soul who fears His Name,
Who boldly speaks, no shame.
A jar of spit and clay,
In me, the Spirit stays.
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