Draw Near

fret not yourself
the multitude of your faults
are well known

don't try to hide them
tiresome efforts are in vain
their stench gives them away

strive no more
their stain goes deep
penetrating your soul

bow down low
look up high
here your blessed recourse

look into His eyes
full of lover's longing
seeing only grace

feel His arms
reaching out to hold
the embrace of forgiveness

know perfect love
not earned, not bought
but received in faith

and rest