My heart is a sheen temple
where God's presence permeates,
as the fragrance of roses
in the early morning dew.

The Lord of splendor dwells within.
He illuminates my essence
as sunlight beams over
the face of the earth.

In His attentive eyes,
iniquity in shades of nightfall,
innocence in blush of morning,
are equally exposed.

He searches through my heart,
to see what I might be.
Unworthiness and pride ignored,
a soul that cleaves to Him.

He sweeps away the clutter,
wipes me sparkling clean,
enlightens pathway to His door,
Where He is I long to be.

    ©TinasHeart/2001