only You

You look at me through your magnifine glass;
I'm glad its only You who can.
there is glass stuck inside me.
bullets.
i am wounded.

I am not ready for what i want.

though my desire does not flee.
i am not ready

because of me.

splinters have become branches
growing inside.
seeds became weeds.

but now i'm coming clean.
not by my doing but by me asking You.

asking for grace.
purify me.