How shall I build my temple to the Lord, <br />Unworthy I, who am thus foul of heart? <br />How shall I worship who no traitor word <br />Know but of love to play a suppliant's part? <br />How shall I pray, whose soul is as a mart, <br />For thoughts unclean, whose tongue is as a sword <br />Even for those it loves to wound and smart? <br />Behold how little I can help Thee, Lord. <br /> <br />The Temple I would build should be all white, <br />Each stone the record of a blameless day; <br />The souls that entered there should walk in light, <br />Clothed in high chastity and wisely gay. <br />Lord, here is darkness. Yet this heart unwise, <br />Bruised in Thy service, take in sacrifice.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-shall-i-build/
