I Have Sinned

I have sinned, friend. But my sin is not a God To smother my Divinity. Innate, alive God writhes within me, A burning fire A tripartite light. How low I sank I may not tell But in the muddy Fires of Hell Is not my destination. I drank from an evil cup And yet God took me to his bosom And I Am transfigured. Me, a Sinner. A broken piece of pottery That can no more Hold water And yet He mendeth it And makes it His Abode Now what GOD Would live in a broken teapot? Nay, MENDED! The God of very Gods, The Son of Suns. Behold He is I Am And I Am Is alive forevermore within me He shall yet win his way through my Heart, And I will be alive in HIM Forever. SELAH!