On Bended Knees.

In myself I'm inefficient Unworthy, unable. left alone, all I'd do is groan, Be submerged by my inadequacy. Where's the way to the alter? How do I meet with the Maker of Man, My Essence? Where's the way to the He that has breath? How do I meet the giver of life, My Alpha and Omega? In my deep groanings and longings, I heard a soft whisper.. “On Bended Knees”.