The Son of David is a king,
but Father, let me be a slave;
to serve You through my will,
but allow me the grace, Father,
to do everything in my power,
not to inflict my will on anyone.

The house that You are building,
let me come and go;
from room to room,
as I so please,
to do my work not as a master,
but as Your servant.

May Your Son keep my house.

And that I take for myself,
always and forever;
the least of all portions.

Magnify the glory of my house,
for all the world to perceive it;
but keep me, Father, hidden.

This, I ask,
in the name of Your Son;
Jesus who is called, "The Christ."

May my two tokens be enough.

As the world begins to die,
if You will it to be so;
may life,
born of his blood & water,
fluorish here in Kyrgyzstan.

©2026 Sayori Yǔ