The Image of the Son

If I come before you unclean

Your light will bathe my sin

If I agree I cannot help myself

I can begin again.

If I come before you proudly

You will surely cast me out

For my heart betrays my wicked ways

My desires and my doubt.

Search me and try me

if trying and searching reveals

The wounds I have not given you

The lusts deceit conceals

If I long for worldly wealth

Yet you offer me yourself

I am not the image I project to everyone

Develop in me the image of the Son

To be conformed to His likeness

I want to be changed instantly

But I know it never happens that way

But by crucifying me

Anthony Foster 2001