Psalm 24: Going Home

Often, Lord, my soul it bends
    my heart befriends
    and hand extends
        to what is false.

Also, Lord, I seek your face
    desire grace
    and your embrace
        for it is right.

Help me in this constant war
    to sin abhor
    and you adore
        for you are good.

Open wide this heart of mine
    so in will shine
    your love divine
        and make me pure.

May I live on holy hill
    and can you fill
    me with your will
        so I am yours.

Then, Lord, at the end of life
    beyond all strife
    with goodness rife
        please take me home.

This poem is taken from my book A New Song, (Westbow Press, 2016) and can be found online HERE.

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