Spiritual ADD

I guess I don't really understand. It's the thing
with this race of humanity ... we are
never constant. We
are not steady. We are not
simple.
Easy.
Braced.
We are far from reliable. What
are the things that make us inadequate?
What gives us flight of passion and
understanding
one moment, and trembling
in crevasses of our iniquity the next? So here
we dance before flames of spiritual
disarray.

"O God, I am Yours!" we cry,
and feel our echoes
resounding beyond the gates and
into the doorways of
heaven.
Our voices lift on wings
of humbled hearts and stilled minds,
springing forth from
brokenness and saturating
adoration.
We mean that. We must meant it.
We must feel it and know
it is unexplained-
the love
we have for the Almighty.

Then,
look where we are found. Entraced
by our sin. Ensnared.
We think it an enticing, swift place.
In the sinner's eyes it is
good.
Here we sit awhile and forget so much...

"Don't be a stranger to me, O God!"
But what shall we expect
from Him?
He knows not sin. He has disowned it
all.
What is this vile blackness,
this stain cursing our flesh
and biting our souls. He forgave this thing?
Oh, make us pure for
You.

We are on our knees again...