Life's all about preparation
and this preparing to present
me holy and blameless and above reproach.
I can't even fathom
the patience and love
never-ending in this clumsy approach.
To the throne
takes years, sweat and toil
and tears
why does He bother with me.
Easy and light
His burden He says
I take it up
but tiring daily.
All of the stumbles
faulty days and bumbles
redeemed and made white yet again
Sanctification,
not vacation,
not retreat or location,
much to my fleshly chagrin.
He clothes me like summer
bridal-white and new
I stand. I wonder.
I marvel at grace
He presents me and covers
my shame, not a trace.
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