Journeying, with faltering steps, into the holy place…
The closer I come
to the source of true holiness
the more aware I become
- of my innate tendency
to selfishness & sinfulness
- of the secret things,
which defile who I am.
And my heart grieves that
I break His heart, with
my insolence and obstinacy
~~~~
The impurities I see within
are set in contrast to the
beauty of His perfections,
yet rather than pushing me away,
I am drawn closer, ever closer
into that awesome place
where grace is extended
where cleansing is effected
where life is exchanged
and I arise clothed
in a righteousness, not my own
and so I come imperfect and broken with thankfulness in
my heart! 
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