I accept Your Grace my God

I see them, my God.
They are here; the chariots and horsemen.
They are so many and they surround me, my Lord.
With swords drawn and souls as dark as night, they look at me.
They point their swords at my heart.
You see them and I beg You my Creator Blessed to not let them pierce their sword in me.
I see that they are looking at my heart as their target.
I know my God, why they choose my heart as their target.
I know my Lord.
Because You O mighty, O true, O beautiful Creator; You reside there in my heart.
They are after Your love and mercy, my Creator Blessed.
How can I shield You, my beautiful Creator?
I will stand tall so that. . .
All that is ruined is me.
All that is shattered is me.
All that is torn to many pieces is just me and not You, my Creator Blessed.
I will keep You in my heart; even when the cost of it is my whole being.
I will bleed for You, because I love You, my Creator Blessed.
I know that You can save me and restore me and…
 If it is Your will, I accept!