In your mantle of Love

Oh come forth, speak to me my Lord,
I need to hear your words,
For them to guide me to you world.
I need to hear your voice,
For me to follow you, my Lord.
Please, I need to.

I'm just a woman dressed in shame.
Undress me, lord.
See my nakedness with innocence,
And cloth me, lord.
Enwrap me in your mantle of love.

I feel cold. The garments I wear
are heavy with regrets.
They are soaked with past mistakes.
I now walk the streets
dripping nothing but remorse.

Oh come forth, speak to me my Lord,
please, utter to me at least one word.

I'm just a woman knelt in one corner of the world,
Yet the world is round, my lord.
See, I am truly lost! I need to hear your voice.
I need to be guided to you, my lord.
Please, I need to.

I know you won't slash me with your sword,
Unless your sword is kindness and pure love.
Then pierce me, lord.
Slay out of me this wickedness that corrodes my soul.
Let me bleed the impuritites that accumulated
in my consciousness as if they were pus.
Then help me heal.
Enwrap me in your mantle of love.

in Progress. . . Don't know till when it'll be finish