Who can discern their errors?
Free me from my hidden faults.
God, I do not even know
the ways I distance myself from you,
the wonder I pass by without notice,
the glory I sleep through.
I can’t suspect the ways I hurt you,
fall short of your desire for me,
fail to be who you lead me to be.
I believe the little lies I tell myself;
I bow to my secret fears.
I don’t even know what it would be
to love as I have been loved.
I miss the hurt I cause
more often than I notice.
I share in people’s wounding and unfreedom
in ways I can’t see.
How often think I’m doing the right thing!
Forgive me, for I do not know what I am doing.
Forgive me for not knowing.
Forgive my hidden sins,
and if they can’t be removed at least
bring them out of hiding.
Wake me up.
Don’t let me think I have such a small inheritance:
let me see—let it overwhelm me—
just how immense
is the forgiveness I need,
and you offer.
O God, your love I receive
without even knowing why.
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