Oh Spirit — how may I enter God’s presence?
How find a door that lets me in,
When my heart feels tinged with the shadow of darkness
And this flesh — burdened from the first with sin?
Let there be some healing ointment —
Some sweet smelling herb be found,
To take away these blemished spots
That the heart of me be whole — be sound!
Let there be for me a wind
That blows away debris and dust
A sun that shines its cleansing ray —
Or a rain to wash away the past
Oh Father, help me to thy end —
To lay aside the dust of pride
The weight of a self seeking will
And kneeling — help me — let you inside
You will open the windows and doors
Lay everything bare — naked, uncovered;
That your sun and air and wind may work
Their cleansing touch from beam to cupboard
How find myself with Thee?
Just let — You come in to me.
~Beth Frances 🌸
Just a little flower, turning her face to find the sun. I don’t always feel his rays on me, but when I do, the warmth and the feeling is simply wonderful, and I never want to be in the shadows again. Isn’t he lovely?