Photo appears courtesy of Randy Cater.
Thinking of all I know about You,
I’m amazed You keep allowing me breath.
Taking stock of my own life tells me,
I have no fingers to point in any depth.
My sins are so many.

Wash me, shower me, scrub me clean,
Until You can stand me in Your presence.
Allow me to lay facedown in the back,
Just let me see You even at a distance.
My sins are so many.

I’ve no stones to cast at anyone else,
My righteous to You must reek,
Good intentions roll by You like sludge,
How could my name You even speak?
My sins are so many.

                dfav 2/26/17

—Donna