Broken

Did my heart really want to come and kneel at the throne of grace?

Did it avoid admittance as long as it could?

Meandering in the desert, no words to be heard, the silence deafening

But now, bowed at the altar, His grace fully received

A cleansing, a washing of the dirt,

An insight , as I see the delay

Revealing my natural state,

Broken for Him,

No lifting self up

No fixing what’s true

But remaining broken

For His love and grace to cover me