Apart from you, Lord, we are blind.
Anoint our eyes.
Unclog our minds
That we may see reality.
And without you, Lord, we are poor--
We're naked, huddling out-of-doors.
Lord, be our wealth, food, clothes and health.
Remove our shame through your great name.
Apart from you, Lord, we are dead--
Mere mannequins that talk and strut.
Lord, be our life, our fountain sure,
Our perfect prize, both fresh and pure.
Because you say, 'I'm rich; I have become wealthy, and need nothing,' and you don't know that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind, and naked, I advise you to buy from Me gold refined in the fire so that you may be rich, and white clothes so that you may be dressed and your shameful nakedness not be exposed, and ointment to spread on your eyes so that you may see.
--Revelation 3:17-18, HCSB