Not Undone

Eloi, My God,

I cry to you Lord,

Strip away my transgressions.

So that you bear all my faults,

That the enemy shall find no crack,

To make my feet falter.

I thank you that you have,

Washed me in the blood of your son.

That all I have serves you.

That all I have pleases you.

And in me you find no wickedness,

That would make me undone.