My Inability

Separated from God’s goodness,
Unable to correct or hide my error,
So in love with the way I am,
That even if I could, I wouldn’t try.

Well, my first survey is over. The great thing is that someone actually took the time to vote. This also implies that at least one person might occasionally read my posts, so thank you whoever you are. Any way, the question was "What is simplicity?" The four choices were: 1) Lack of complexity, 2) A specific trait something can have, 3) An art that is lost in America, 4) The state of being plain. The response that I got that simplicity is an art that is lost in America. Please let me know what you think by leaving a comment. Hopefully within the next week or so I will write a post on 'Life Without Simplicity' be sure to watch for it.

Me and God

I am lowly and filled with imperfections.
If I were to stand with God,
His courts would no longer be spotless,
So, I can not be with the King.
God said here is where you need to be,
And in my sin I came thus,
Far from God’s holiness.
God, set apart from man’s wickedness,
We can not see His glory,
Or dwell in His presence.