Vulnerability is my robe

Vulnerability is my robe
Neediness is my crown
And in this desperate state
I place my forehead on the ground
Before True Majesty, the True king
The One who knows everything
Including what I openly show
And what I hold within
And my few deeds of good
And my many mountains of sin

When humbling myself before Him
I feel a sense of peace

And on thinking of a vulnerable feather
Propped up gently
By a sweet breeze
I am reminded of ourselves
With our many weaknesses
Lifted by hope

Hope for mercy, forgiveness, and strength.

Taken from my book "Contemplate" by Saqib Hussain - available on Amazon etc. Feel free to send feedback to