How poor I am in stores of wisdom!
If I were wiser still, I would stand
on the streetcorners with open hands
calling out to the crowds
begging for wisdom, for news of you.
How great my pride, it beggars me,
eating away at my hunger for righteousness
stifling my thirst for wisdom
leaving me with a swollen belly
the false fullness that is the mark of starvation.
I cry out to be stripped of it
as of a shameful garment, a mark of shame.
Cleanse me of this sickness
purge this disease from me.
Leave me pure and broken
driven relentlessly by the hunger for you.
Let the desperation for a taste of your grace
make me as one called crazy
as one who weeps in the streets
for a sorrow no one sees.
Place your burning in my heart
and leave me to blaze with the need of you.
I know that among men I am most foolish
but still in my foolishness you have blessed me.
You have taught me what wisdom is
and have given me the hunger for it.
Let me O Lord be swept away.
Make me wealthy in the richness of your presence.
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