I confess that I am not you
(although I sometimes try to be).
I confess that sometimes I forget
that I am made in your image.
I confess that I am full of compromises
(Or maybe, I'm just full of it),
when I could, instead, be full of you.
You know what it is I need.
You know what it is I hide from myself,
and what it is I try to hide from you.
In this 40 days of Lent,
remind me that life is
dust and ashes and glory,
Lord and Savior,
Spirit of the Living God,
Draw me up from the dust,
Out from the places of death,
And ever closer to you.