Holy Lord, great God of all,
Hear us, help us as we call.
Turn us from our sin and pride.
Change us, Father, deep inside.
Wash us. Shape us. Make us new.
Fill us with the smell of you.
...whatever prayer, whatever plea is made by any man or by all your people Israel, each knowing his own affliction and his own sorrow and stretching out his hands toward this house, then hear from heaven your dwelling place and forgive and render to each whose heart you know, according to all his ways, for you, you only, know the hearts of the children of mankind, that they may fear you and walk in your ways all the days that they live in the land that you gave to our fathers.
--2 Chronicles 6:29-31, ESV
Poem and photo ©2009 James L. Swindle