O Lord, The house of my soul is narrow; enlarge it that you may enter in. It is ruinous, O repair it! It displeases Your sight. I confess it, I know. But who shall cleanse it, to whom shall I cry but to you? Cleanse me from my secret faults, O Lord, and spare Your servant from strange sins. --St. Augustine Lent is about halfway through and my house [soul] is still a mess. It's a crack house, a whorehouse, a poor house, a rent-controlled shack. Every confession cleans it up a bit, but the filth comes right back. Image courtesy of Pikkatze I let in the dirt, knowing my LORD wants it clean. I should dwell in a spotless tent, but I've turned it into a latrine. Why do I return to my vomit? Why is that more attractive than the face of Beauty? Give me a spirit of purity, humility, patience and love, LORD. ...
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