I am but a poor creature, O my Lord; I have clung to the hem ofThy riches. I am sore sick; I have held fast the cord of Thy healing.Deliver me from the ills that have encircled me, and wash methoroughly with the waters of Thy graciousness and mercy, and attireme with the raiment of wholesomeness, through Thy forgiveness andbounty. Fix, then, mine eyes upon Thee, and rid me of all attachmentto aught else except Thyself. Aid me to do what Thou desirest, and to fulfill what Thou pleasest.
Baha'u'llah
Prayers and Meditations
by Baha'u'llah
p. 22
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