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 
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 
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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