Ruins

Descending into the valley

True self comes to light

Water flows to the lowest places

The path downward is clear, bright


The castle of my imagination

Enormous perfect and wise

With Your penetrative look of love

Sadly but willingly, dies


Whats left around the skeleton?

A weight of selfish pride

Hiding behind ‘love’ and ‘help’ and ‘holy’

A willful disobedient child


I look up then to the mountains

From the valley my downcast eyes I do raise

Oh hope! Your river of blood rushing down

To save this wretched sinner, only, only by

Grace


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