How long, oh Lord, until I see
The way I am unclean in heart?
How long until I can tell
I see it all only in part?
My sin flows like blood: I am soiled.
But you are obscured from my sight.
How long until I have strength
To push my way through, and to fight
For a touch of you? I am unclean.
But the crowd shall not hinder my way.
I reach for the hem of your garment
Regardless of what people say.
I reach out to you to be clean;
You pull away layers of dust
That have gathered on me in my sin
And I give in to unafraid trust.
Peel away my uncleanness
And create a pure heart—one that stands
Fast and sustained by your grace;
A heart that gives into your hands
As you scrape away dust of my sin.
I move from that place where I fell.
How long have I waited in shame?
I reached out, and by faith I am well.
postscript
Inspired by the story of the woman who touched the hem of Jesus' robe. And also by the Bethany Dillon song of the same name, which was inspired by the same story.... Anyway, feeling hypocritical that I see others' faults and yet don't reach out to Him to be free from my own "uncleanness."