Prayer for Your Spirit

The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed,
If You the spirit give by which I pray;
My unassisted heart is barren clay,
That of its native self can nothing feed;
Of good and pious works You art the seed
That quickens only where You say’st it may.
Unless You show to us Your own true way,
No man can find it! Father! You must lead;
Do You then breathe those thoughts into my mind
By which such virtue may in me be bred
That in Your holy footsteps I may tread;
The fetters of my tongue do You unbind,
That I may have the power to sing to You,
And sound Your praises everlastingly! Amen.
— Michelangelo