Be Thou My Vision

I am like thin glass

frail, full of insecurities, 

and trivial desires, 

full of fear and anger,

easily hurt and broken, 

prone to wander,

so easily entangled,

money, power and popularity 

increase my insecurities 

and my self-doubt. 

What is surprising, 

is that i am surprised:

oh what pride!

Even my self-loathing  

grows from my self-love.

Self-love and self-hate 

head and tail of the same impulse.

Perpetually falling short 

of my own glory...

But then,

He opens my eyes to His glory.

In the light of the One,

the shadows of my trivial insecurities disappear,

in the brightness of His security, 

suddenly I am naked,

alone in the garden,

searching for my fig leaf of self-condemnation,

but alas, I am filled with true and real insecurity,

I fall on my knees and hide my face, crying out:

woe is me, for I am unmade!

from the alter in Thy presence

comes the fire that burns

the light that blinds

Looking to You

the creator and finisher

like Paul

my eyes are opened,

like Isaiah

my lips are healed

like Adam

my nakedness is clothed

I am a made new