Confession

This rottenness in me

Which you cannot see

Poisoned waters of death

White-washed sepulchures

I sit alone and shivering

I am not righteous

I am not righteous

I am filthy

I lie, arms outstretched

On the cold wood floor

Not for my sake

But to Your name be the glory

Spare Your sons, spare Your daughters

Be our fire, be our water

Burn away our sin

Wash us clean again

Re-make us, from the inside out

 

[March 7, 2008]