Weakness Poem by Khumo Mhlanga

I've fallen - so many times.
Is it possible for one to be this weak?
Wickedness & evil...
Absolute imperfection

So why do you love me so?
Why do you continue to stand with outstretched arms?
Scared to run towards purity -
Won't I sully you?
Dirty hands, mind, body & soul...
I'm falling before You
Prostrated by shame.
Brightness of Your glory
Magnificent, room-filling robe.
Cloud of fire!
Justified to come into Your presence?

Beautiful Lamb -
Superior beyond all comprehension.
Today, I fall into Your Blood
To emerge purified...
Reborn, renewed.
Put Your seal on me
Possess me -
In my weakness