I may not be perfect...that's for sure,
but my heart's aimed on seeking pure.
It's as the ocean washes clean the sand,
sea gulls nibble remnants thrust to land.
Gusts sweep away the impurities of the air,
free the pollutions lingering there.
A spirit can tarnish and soil over time,
evil overtakes...as it grows and entwines.
A heart grows hard and breathes in the cold,
causes our bodies to lose our souls.
We can't lose sight of what's right...what's wrong,
life's not worth living...if our essence is gone.
I seek to walk in His light each day,
pray He'll keep me from walking astray.
Mayhems will intimidate and sway decisions,
leaving us feeling heavy and unforgiving.
If we seek to see His Almighty Face,
we'll be adept to put up with this daily race.
We must hunt for transparency in all we endure,
knowing God discerns our effort and keeps us pure.
I might not be perfect...that's for sure,
but my heart's aimed on trusting His word.
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