purity

My heart longs for a closeness not humanly possible.  

To brush against your holiness, as if it could absorb into my skin.

So much I’ve done to separate us from what you designed.

Sometimes I feel like a tarnished penny.

Small, insignificant and marred from time spent trampled by the feet of many.

Nothing at all like the spotless summer rose that blooms white and fresh.

First a bud, then a burst of hilarious clarity.  Clean.  Unblemished.

What is it that I should be called righteous in your sight?

What miracle occurs that covers sin-spent years?

It’s you.  Your nature.  

Grace envelopes the space in between us.  

It draws us together, in a way that I can’t accomplish alone.

A closeness unmerited and divine. 

To thank you is not enough.  

I must give you my all.