Can my black heart yet praise you?
How can my black heart praise You?
-reflected against Your glory
It turns to powder-ash...
Consumed by pure refining fire.
Only your Spirit in me can cry out
- to you the Living God.
Your purity expresses life
Through death.
All I have within me is pure dust.
Ashed by your infinite Glory.
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© Anne Bloem 2009. All rights reserved.
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