Time for Consecration

We who are feeble lean on your strength/ We sordid sinners who have plumbed the depths of depravity/ We who must be buttressed in our own frailty/ We wallow in the weakness of the flesh even as it shrivels around us/ In a profane glory, with false pride that knows no bounds/ Arrogance and insolence- not commending the Uncaused First Cause that gave us our very breath/ That sees all our flaws that are all we are and ever can be/ Yet permits us to remain in his presence/ He knows our darkness and still casts the Light/ Oh, the one who sustains us though we deserve no such clemency/ And heaven's mercy answers "lowly, lowly" with the blessed forgiveness of "Holy, Holy"/ When we feel despair/ He is there/ With all our deficiency/ We are bolstered by His strong hand/ We live in dissolution/ Yet He perpetuates our land/ We ignore and defy His command/ But He sees the prodigal with degradation, dissipation, and despair/ And still He welcomes us into His house/ He hears every prayer as we beseech and beckon in our brokenness/ Yet He is never disillusioned with the wayward children of his own creation/ The beleaguered believers of this troubled nation/ And allows the breath to return to our bodies in all our corruption/ With the lie of humility, the shabby profession of innocence, and pretense of faith/ That are infinitesimal to the Source/ When the truths we are able to comprehend are by our nature false/ The Lord who is so much greater/ Hears the pitiful plea, a drop of rain in the oceans or a speck of dust in the midst of His firmament of sky and stars, countless and ever changing/ Can we claim to comprehend?/ Such is our lassitude, our willful weakness, our choice/ Our meager portion is so much more than we merit/ And still He delivers.