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 rise up, clothed

in a righteousness, not my own