Humbled before You
O Lord, I come ~
praying it's not too late
for my soul's restoration.
I sit naked,
ashamed in my own stench,
its foulness offending my senses
as dead flesh falls away,
putrifying underfoot...
My vanity seeks covering,
fearing others notice
this naked husk.
O Lord, please,
recondition my soul ~
let it become
a better reflection of You.







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