I have acclimated to lukewarmness.
I have adjusted to smothering layers of dust.
I have accustomized myself to visual astigmatism.
My self absorption squeezes out space for your Spirit.
I am dull, dingy, drab, distracted.
Senseless broken clutter blocks my heart access to you.
I am overrun by earthly trash.
Confession is the clearing
Create in me a clean heart.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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