Rid Of Self

How do I put into words of which I do not understand
Creator of everything placed everything
Which is beyond my abilities to ever understand

The place I am does not matter if You understand
Creation placed You here amongst everything
All which really matters is I must understand

At this very moment I’ve come to understand
You are the instrument of Creation
I’m to serve knowing I’ll come to understand

I’ve been given this time to understand
You are the image of Creation
I choose to do which you understand

For which I do not need to understand
To mirror Your image is Creation
Which is the purpose I do understand

Your motives are yours not mine to understand
I’m only the mirror of your Creation
When I ‘m rid of self because of you is when We both will understand