The Untasted Virtue that is Perfection

The Untasted Virtue that is Perfection

K.B.

Lord,

Hold me. Sing to me. Change me.

I am not content to sit…

I am not content to “loaf”…

But in your arms.

Judge me. Rebuke me. But love me.

I desire to know the truth

And then to know your grace.

Pick me up when I fall.

Hear my words when I call.

Perfection be yours.

I shall not taste it this side of life.

I may come close but what is most…

You kindly share small glimpses of

–That thing you call perfection—

Into our dreams you breathe its strength

Where only a peek does give us courage

To keep striving towards that loftiness

That is so often call perfection.

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