Most Holy God, Searcher of the hidden depths and Knower of every heart, before Whose gaze the silent movements of the soul are laid bare, in this Lenten desert I acknowledge that nothing in me is concealed from Your sight.
Most Holy God, Searcher of the hidden depths and Knower of every heart, before Whose gaze the silent movements of the soul are laid bare, in this Lenten desert I acknowledge that nothing in me is concealed from Your sight.