Holy God,
Some mornings, some mornings just like this one, I sit at your feet.
I sit at your feet and weep for all my unworthiness.
You melt my heart, and I speak hate back to you.
You plan good, I choose destruction.
You send goodness and mercy to follow me, and I swat them away.
Yet your love for me is reckless
It knows no end, it knows no boundaries.
It chases me and overwhelms me.
I am undone.
I cannot comprehend you, you my other, my holy.
Make my feet to stay and not to run.
Amen.
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