Wipe my eyes, melting away the wax
of unrighteousness; to see into your grace,
and all it’s wisdom.
I’ve been blinded,— to not see the value of my
worth. In dusty mirrors, only seeing the worst.
A slave, a sinner, and being so undeserving of
your love.
Oh Father,—
_Boys will be boys,_ but not rarely are the
men baptised in wisdom. Washed of their
former selves.
Spirit filled,— isn’t of the religious talk your lips
could exclaim. But of what really resides inside;
of you and your relationship with God, alone.
Voices are many, only in the quietest moments
of heading into sin. But it’s but a whisper of what
true righteousness speaks of.
Know that it is Him,— the King of kings,
Lord of all, as Jesus is and remains the one
true King.
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 6:51 AM UTC
Wipe my eyes, melting away the wax
of unrighteousness; to see into your grace,
and all it’s wisdom.
I’ve been blinded,— to not see the value of my
worth. In dusty mirrors, only seeing the worst.
A slave, a sinner, and being so undeserving of
your love.
Oh Father,—
_Boys will be boys,_ but not rarely are the
men baptised in wisdom. Washed of their
former selves.
Spirit filled,— isn’t of the religious talk your lips
could exclaim. But of what really resides inside;
of you and your relationship with God, alone.
Voices are many, only in the quietest moments
of heading into sin. But it’s but a whisper of what
true righteousness speaks of.
Know that it is Him,— the King of kings,
Lord of all, as Jesus is and remains the one
true King.
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