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 🌸

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