A work in progress

I would burn, my God,
in Your fire divine.
My wicked will consumed,
pure, I would stand reborn—
stand ever joying in Your shining face
and ever praising Your merciful grace.
Never more the dross to bear,
never more for sin to care—
with You, All in all, my heart repaired.

Me, today, on waking

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