My Freedom: God’s Presence

Who comes
Into the presence
Of the Most Holy?
He has hands
Free of the stain
The awful drippings
Of blood
They are clean
Of malice and greed
No lie is marked
On the skin
He carries his offering
Without guilt or shame
He honors

Who comes
Into the presence
Of the Most Holy?
He has lips
That drip honey
The fruit of the
Sweet nectar
Of wisdom
And truth
His tongue is free
Of any fire of sin
He can sing
Without guilt or shame
He honors

Who comes
Into the presence
Of the Most Holy?
He is clothed
In garments pure white
That shine with the brightness
Of the Father’s face
Adorned in gold
He is free to stand there
Without guilt or shame
He honors

“This is My Son
In Him I am pleased.”


“1It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.” ~Galatians 5:1a

“Who shall ascend the hill of the Lord?
And who shall stand in his holy place?
4 He who has clean hands and a pure heart,
who does not lift up his soul to what is false
and does not swear deceitfully.
5 He will receive blessing from the Lord
and righteousness from the God of his salvation.
6 Such is the generation of those who seek him,
who seek the face of the God of Jacob. Selah” ~Psalm 24

“1What I am saying is that as long as an heir is underage, he is no different from a slave, although he owns the whole estate. 2The heir is subject to guardians and trustees until the time set by his father. 3So also, when we were underage, we were in slavery under the elemental spiritual forces of the world. 4But when the set time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under the law, 5to redeem those under the law, that we might receive adoption to sonship. 6Because you are his sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, “Abba, Father.” 7So you are no longer a slave, but God’s child; and since you are his child, God has made you also an heir.” ~Galatians 4


My Holy Holy Holy Lord

My Rock, oh Lord,

You are my firm ground

My faithful God

In You, I pray, will I trust

Your holiness

Fills the air everywhere


That I long to embrace

Terror I have

When forced to face Your throne

In You I do trust

With You I cannot falter

But still You

Are so holy

And I am so dirty

I hear the Saraphim sing

“Holy Holy Holy”

And I feel my heart

It withers inside me

I cannot live on

So sinful is Your servant, Lord

My mouth is unclean

And Your people care so little

Woe is me!

I am undone!

But Holy Holy Holy

The Lord Almighty nods

I do not see what goes on

I am prostrate before the Lord

The Seraphim lifts my head

And a white, hot, holy coal

This he places on my mouth

This cleans my lips

This burns me to no more evil words

This blessing from the Lord

“Holy Holy Holy!”

He is my firm foundation

He is who I will trust

In Him was I created

He can destroy me

He will not forsake me

His perfect plan will not fail

Let my mouth be filled with

Praises for my loving,


Holy Holy Holy Lord


“1In the year that king Uzziah died I saw also the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and his train filled the temple.
2Above it stood the seraphim: each one had six wings; with two he covered his face, and with two he covered his feet, and with two he did fly.
3And one cried unto another, and said, Holy, holy, holy, is the LORD of hosts: the whole earth is full of his glory.
4And the posts of the door were shaken at the voice of him that cried, and the house was filled with smoke.
5Then said I, Woe is me! for I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips: for my eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts.
6Then flew one of the seraphim unto me, having a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar:
7And he laid it upon my mouth, and said, Lo, this has touched your lips; and your iniquity is taken away, and your sin purged.” ~Isaiah 6

“7The law of the Lord is perfect, refreshing the soul. The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple. 8The precepts of the Lord are right, giving joy to the heart. The commands of the Lord are radiant, giving light to the eyes. 9The fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever. The decrees of the Lord are firm, and all of them are righteous. 10They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the honeycomb. 11By them your servant is warned; in keeping them there is great reward.
12But who can discern their own errors? Forgive my hidden faults. 13Keep your servant also from willful sins; may they not rule over me. Then I will be blameless, innocent of great transgression.
14May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.” ~Psalm 19

My Spot

A spot
On my pure
White skin
And I shiver
It cannot be
But soon all
Feeling escapes
I am a king
I’ve seen God’s
And yearned to
Walk closely
By His side
I am a king
My devotion is
And I deserve
To praise Him
I have no
Need for the
Standing between
But the priests
Are so prideful
Tell me I sin
But I am King!
I will win!
I hold the
Censer in one
And an angry
Fist in the
Defending my
Own purity
I am
And there’s
The spot
Darkening my
I am contaminating
The temple
Of my LORD
And I know
I do wrong
I am hidden
No longer worthy
To worship Him
No matter how
Much I weep
He does not heal
And who am
I to argue
He is my LORD
He is my King
All I can do
Now is
That unfeeling
Ravages and ruins
In the name of peace
No pain
No suffering
Yet still I bleed
Yet still I seem
To die
And be at war
There is no hope
Of healing
I was thought
Noble and good
My only flaw
A terrible
Disease that
Can dangerously
Spread it’s unfeelingness
So though I am
Honored and loved
Please don’t
Come near me
But listen to
This new voice
It speaks of hope
Hope for me
So I set out
For the man of
Hoping for
The miracle
But I see
Him not
He will not
See me
He sends out
A messenger
Who does not
Wave his hands
Over my
He tells me to wash
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven times
In the dirty
Why not wash
In a cleaner
Body of water?
But the voice
Speaks again
Is not this
God’s man
Has he not spoke
To you
Words of hope
In God’s hands?
Get down on
Hands and knees
Dive in deep to
The filth
One, two, three
Four, five, six
God healed
What joy now!
I am free!
I will bend
To Him only
The knee!
You and I
We’re blinded
What is it
That consumes
Removes us
Free the tree?
I am filled
With gluttony
To me I own
I desire pleasure
I drink it in
And when I
Wake from my
I cannot feel
Close by
I beg and I
But to my spot
I return
I no longer
Feel desire
For my LORD
I must
We must
Get down on
Our hands
And our knees
Dive in deep
To the water
See the filth?
That is you
That is me
Becoming one
With the river
In the name of
The Father
The Son
The Holy Spirit
We are free!
Do you feel?
The joy?
Do not return
To your spot
To Him only
2 Chronicles 26 (The story of King Uzziah and how he became a leper)
2 Kings 5:1-19a (The story of Naaman the leper and how he became clean)