I have apologized more times than one
have paid my dues to the thistle and the thorn
and many times have I thought,
this flame is enough!
have faced my own wickedness with something akin to despair
or,
infinitely more cowardly,
refused to face it
Yet I will fathom the depths of my aggression,
my heartbreak and longing, my entitlement and greed
and turn, turn
Turn to You
Turn into your face, your gaze, your solid chest
Turn to cry, 'Change me!'
'Leave me not alone!'
O you who pulled me from the pit,
who breathed,
and your breath dispersed my darkness:
do not forget me
and do not pass me by!
I recognize (though I hardly understand)
I am ashes and dust
But you come,
you invite
your warmth,
your eyes
Lord Jesus Christ,
I receive you
into my twisted heart.
