After hearing a talk on Nehemiah 12 

You are pure, holy, unblemished in everyway

Clean, evident and complete.

  

The one blemish is mine,

Etched on your heart,

Stained with hot tears,

whole in act, the finished work.

 

But,

I see different, blurred by
impurity, driven by self…

I loop back to the trouble and
hardship and sin,

that has been my dark compass for
life.

 

I look and hope and strive, but rarely live it – pure in actuality,
in authenticity.

 

But you say…

blessed are the pure in heart

that I am untainted and unsoiled even as you are

Your fire burns everything that is harsh
or hurtful or discordant

I am immersed and washed and white
as snow…astonished

Even though I have impurity, You became
it for me

 

So I could be, straightened, with eyes raised up, pure…