by Houston Arledge

O, the sweetness of Your presence!
I seem to daily forget,
Yet every taste of Your mercy
Calls to mem’ry my regret
At my calloused neglect of my
Uncalloused hands, that ought
To have roamed time and again
Your recorded promises.
Woe am I! A wretch who
Remembers not mine own reflection.
A fool and jest I make myself
‘til I set my heart on your affection.
Daily, O Lord, remind me of mine iniquity.
And ever more Your grace
That You have shown to me.
May my bed be in Your bosom
And my heart beat in sync with Yours
May my praise be giv’n to You
And my gaze be fixed upon Your shores
May my desire be for You
And all others fade away
Lord, grant me to be with You
In my undying days.

Houston Arledge is a seminarian, college minister, poet, digital artist and coffee enthusiast from Denton, Texas.

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