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Pure of Heart
Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
Looking into my heart at
what motivates my actions.
Peering into the dark corners;
seeking to find the color.
Lighting the candle of observation;
I examine myself today.
Perfection is unattainable;
Easily distracted and forgetful.
Empty promises, dashed dreams.
Without hope, I lurch and stagger;
stumbling over the pebbles in
my life's path.
Feeling like a 90 pound weakling…
where is Charles Atlas?
I desire to be strong.
Longing to walk boldly,
I stand.
Hungry for purpose,
I focus.
Thirsty for righteousness,
I take a step.
Energy floods my legs,
love surges into my heart.
I see the inner corners clearly
and allow them to be swept clean.
I take one step,
He runs to embrace me.
The purification comes with
laying down my life.
"Come, follow Me."
Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
18Feb12
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