My Only Lamb whom was Slained,
Holy, holy, holy are you, my Lord. Human history and my life is filled with everybody being mighty when they are weak and conquering over the less fortunate and the weaker persons Truth be told we are all weak and feeble. Our strength amounts to nothing Our minds know nothing Our hearts are cold and embittered Our souls have nothing next to you and who you are. My Christ, you came down as a baby lived as a weak human and died terribly You are the meekest and you have inherited all of existance And you did so so that you can save a wretch like me from my sins and back to you. You are my living Christ I praise you for your life Now, I am yours and you are mine forevermore. I love you. Amen.