by Leonard M Hawkes
I could not be the first to tread
Those marble halls with muddy shoes;
No, not the first to wear or stain,
Mar beauty, or to spoil the new.
Like Adam, I have known the fruit,
(Not apples, berries suit my taste),
But like him, I must stand 'for God
To speak confession face to face.
And though still 'cumbered in the mire,
I'll go now for refiner's fire:
Should I with others come in sin,
The purging must be done by Him.
Author's Note: A Brigham City confessional.
Posted on 02/09/2016
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