In a deal with thee, Lord

Thou art O Lord a unique One, 
And I am a value-less nought, 
(Sans thee oh what a worthless dot!) 
And an object of abject fun! 
I've come thence to thee, this to plead: 
Be thou Good Lord my life's sole lead 
And let me just tag on to thee, 
To One-- zeroes like chicks of hen-- 
In various powers of ten, 
This way can we grow, ye and me. 
Sans zeros One remains just one, 
Sans One, zeros are next to none. 
    This way it may sound a wee bit selfish, 
    But so-how’s cooked in this world every dish!!! 
______________________ 
Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) | 02.03.2007 | humour
Note: Most prayers sound like a bucket list of wishes and wants. Often, they are conditional give and take— if you grant me this O God, I'll do that, so on so forth. This ditty has reduced it to a business deal, no less! 
Read also 'Take heart, thou canst all I can', a sequel from this.
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