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.
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.
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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.
How is your Lenten journey progressing? What is the condition of your house?
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