Lord, make me your perfect spinning wheel,
Your oracles are the rods,
My passion is the shuttle, < /p>
My soul makes a spool,
to wind up the spun thread.
Make me your loom again, and weave this pair of threads on it,
Your Holy Spirit will be the spool, and you will weave it with your own hands, and the thread will be very fine,
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Your will is to make a steamer to remove impurities and dirt,
Then dye the cloth with exquisite heavenly pigments,
make the bright colors of heaven on the pieces The flowers sparkle.
Then clothe my understanding, my will, my judgment, my conscience, my memory, my words and my deeds,
Let their radiance fill my actions, and for You gain brilliance.