Permit me, Lord Permit me to love you, Lord in spite of weary, bedraggled form—my own. Permit me to love you, Lord in ways that stretch the narrow, fearful hardenings in my heart. Stenosis of dismay temporarily halts my pursuit of holiness. Help me to run—swift pursuit; your open arms stretched wide between twin pillars of Christ's Kingdom, righteousness and justice never failing. May incense arise, my known 'poor spirit,' bent now to pour oil and light the flame. Reverence and need entwine, curl heavenward their soot a cure for my unknowing. I exalt your holy name, my Lord and my Redeemer. Amen and amen.
“Blessed are the poor in Spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 5:3
“Matthew 5 (ESV) – Blessed are the poor in.” Blue Letter Bible. Web. 9 Jan, 2021. https://www.blueletterbible.org/esv/mat/5/3/s_934003.