Soul Salvage

Am I humble enough to say, I still wonder where to go? The path that I must travel, Surely, someday, I will know ... I build my sand-walled castle, For what more can I do? And the sea erodes my workings; I must turn my gaze to you. My mind meanders aimlessly, Attempts in vain to trace, The outlines of your majesty - The meaning of your grace. This heart of mine is broken, Fallen, chasing lesser things. Alone, I can't repair it. Angels, lift it with your wings - To God. My Lord, behold - Your servant kneels to you; His purpose quite uncertain, His actions flawed and few, His thinking caught in circles, His heart broken in a gyre, So put him in the crucible; Unleash your righteous fire! I suspect, though hardly claim, That there is something there, Worthy of refining. So I submit to your care. Written 6 January 2019