His Presence
In the presence of the Lord
I fall prostrate before Him
He comes close and
I hide myself in shame
Trembling with fear of my past
He reaches down and touches me
I feel Him throughout my body
He searches every room of my heart
Nothing is hidden from Him
He reaches into the darkest of corners
As I cry in sorrow for my sins
He washes each spot away
When He completely washes me in love
Only brightness can be seen
For all my faults and failures are no longer
He has made me whole
By Him and through Him
I am made new
I cherish that touch
Tho it came with discomfort
For by that loving touch and it alone
I am made in His perfect image
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