My Psalm of Repentance

My Psalm of Repentance

What is beneath my feet?
The dirt of the ground
The dirt that I think nothing of
The dirt I trample on and kick,
The very material I, man, sprang forth from,
How low it is to be man
My sin deserving ashes,
But ‘I’ am an ‘I’,
And in this lies all potential
Hell and Heaven are in the ‘I’,
Or perhaps Hell only lies in the ‘I’
For in neither I nor you is a way to heaven
That is from our born state
Our depravity, our choice, our nature, our fall
And from what divine intimacy did we fall,
Reconciliation via the ‘I’ or the ‘You’
Impossible and absurd
Eternal holiness can not be compromised
And so a sacrifice, a substitution
Life taking on death
Victory, reconciliation, illumination, rebirth
And yet today I lived in the ‘I’
Why do I choose such foolishness?
Why do I behave as a mere physical creature?
It was life, a soul that was breathed into the dirt
The ‘I’ is in need of revolution
A returning to the garden, to intimacy;
I cry silently to my creator
Help me live from YOU, not I
For I am but the dirt of the ground
My works but filthy rags
It is by YOU and YOUR grace alone
Have mercy on me
Forgive me of my unfaithfulness
Teach me to live as you lived,
Thank YOU for your compassion
Thank YOU, and forgive me.