naked and dust
I looked about
and the perfect image of a man is presented
yet behind that mask is pride
in its sin
the one with the finger
that all receive
pointing back at me
in my dust …
tear stained face …
mud falling on my knees
death is in that finger
that points at me
as i feel like a lost soul
worthy of nothing more
muddy bath
forming about my knees
forming about my knees
much sorrow
for my walk is but a disgrace
to Him who is Holy and Just in His ways
eyes looking out of the mud
but a finger is all I see …
death is my friend
upon bent knees
of a hypocrite
face down
mud running forth
a hand reaches out
a hand that is nail scarred
a hand that saves
a hand that points
not at me
but in loving offer
to pick me up
out of my mud
a gentle wind blows
as i wonder why
me
me of all
upon these knees
wondering why no death
In much sorrow
much shame
i lift my heart to that hand
in much sorrow
and shame
i cry
LORD
this is all i have to offer
Life
reaches in my heart
Life
reaches in my heart
and joy fills me once again
the Light floods my soul
I see Him
as He sees me
A son of His
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