Having given me flesh by Your will, this fire, and scorching the unworthy, do not scorch me, my Creator: rather, go into my mouth, into all my parts, into my womb, into my heart. The thorns of all my sins have fallen: cleanse my soul, sanctify my thoughts: strengthen my bones and joints: enlighten my senses, the simple five: nail me all to Thy fear. Cover me always, keep me and keep me from every deed and word that is choking. Cleanse, wash, and adorn me: fertilize, enlighten and enlighten me. Show me Your village of the one Spirit, and not to anyone the village of sin: but like Your house, the entrance of communion, like fire, every evildoer, every passion flees from me. I offer prayer books to You, all the saints, the orders of the incorporeal, Your Forerunner, the wise Apostles, and to these Your undefiled, pure Mother; Please accept their prayers, O my Christ, and make Your servant a son of light. For You alone are the sanctification of our souls, Blessed, and lordship, and like You, like God and the Master, we send up all glory every day.