Oh but what a wretch am I
To even plead to One,
One as great as Thee

Oh, and who am I
To even desire a company with Thee
The GOD of all humanity

Who am I that longs
Who am I that has such a need
Who am I to question such authority?

Against all things have I come
Profit it not me to even pardon such a thing
Against all things...and against all means...
Yet it is Thee who desires a bed with me.
To fill Your cup, indeed.

Shall I be the one to satisfy Your portion?
Shall I be the maiden, who with grace
Sustains all of Your need?

Shall I darest come before Thee
In such an informal manner
And darest I, a sinner,
Stand in the midst of Holy?

Yet it is I, I...
I, a sinner. I, a daughter
I, a wretch. I, a lover.

It is I, royalty.
Yet it is still I who am the furthest from a judge's mercy.
Do I deserve to fill Your cup?
Am I worthy?

How can You desire this from me
When I have nothing to give?
How can You want this
Whenever I live the way I live?

Why is there so much anguish?
Why must there be torment
And jealousy, and anger?

Fill Your cup, I shall.
If that is truly what You desire from me.
Live a holy life, I shall.
If that is truly what Your will is for me.

Moment by moment...
I see.