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.