Mary mary

I kneel against my bed as to do my nightly prayer, I look up and instead of god I see you standing there, I am powerless to your prowess worship must be payed, And with that omniscient stare you effortlessly pursuade, What choice do I have but to worship you wholly, I am filled with jubille as I serve you solie, I feal so dirty in my repentance like a guilty filthy whore, I look up to see you there innocent and unaware but there you stand no more. I'm forgiven.