holy struggle to be holy
holiness
wanted most in my heart
but i get in my way

i see the turmoil
deep in my soul
but my plank
masquerades the vision
of my reflection

his voice continues
calling me homeward
holiness
it is his holiness that drives me

but will i ever shed myself of me
long enough to taste

in the time of his conviction
when i tire of my futile ways
when i yield my way to the better
when my heart despondently calls out
in my brokenness

i’ll find solace