I am a man of unclean lips. I draw near to God with my mouth, but my heart is far from him. My words are better than my life. I find his words well, I know his life not. Self reliant and stiff necked is my name. Making God in my own image again and again. I am clever and wise in my own eyes. Comfortable with inauthenticity. Well versed in masquerade and hiding. Putting me first. Grabbing.
Bring confession. Bring cleansing.
Come Lord Jesus.
Help me.
I dare not speak about anything except what You are working through me…