As of late I have known defeat and fear like a buried man knows dirt upon him. What defenses I once clung to are but trifles of legalism robbed of their potency. These days of late the bitter I taste is rancid but the sweet is beyond description. I now know that I man cannot change his own heart. I knew that before, though I am not sure if I believed it. There is truth in David's voice as he said "Create in me a pure heart Oh God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me."
The truth is this, God is willing, I need but relent my pride.
"Blessed are the pure of heart, for they will see God"
