Sanctity in the Spirit

Lord, keep me in Your sanctity,
Encase me in Your panoply,
That all my works be done in You,
Your Spirit guiding all I do.
And keep me from demeaning those,
Who are my brothers, not my foes,
That I may never cut them down,
Or raise myself above somehow.
Keep me alert to Your demands,
Ignore no evil done by man,
The sin within myself to sense,
As well as in my brethren.
Uphold Your power in my heart,
That I do not fall to the dark.
Your Spirit sure shall interpose,
To crush the power of my foes.
It crushes, too, my lawless will,
My heart in Godliness is filled.
With holiness in Christ above,
My selfishness is turned to love.

The Trustworthy Saying (Titus 3:4-8)

I was raised in the filth of my passion and lusts,
In the dung heap I whored and I slew.
And convicted of treason, a rebel unjust,
With no hope of salvation but You.

Yet for no work of goodness that I might have done,
But because of Your goodness and grace.
And since You had compassion, You sent us Your Son,
And Your mercy was etched on His face.

All my filth by the power of His blood He removed,
All my whoring expunged by new life.
And He tore out my treasonous heart and renewed,
That my heart only palpate to Christ.

Therefore I will devote all my life to His will,
I will preach of His mercy and love,
Let His goodness infuse me, His righteousness fill,
While I preach of the power of His blood.

Making Vulgar Sacred (I Samuel 21:1-9)

Lord, You sustained me with Your holy bread,
Though I am vulgar to my inmost heart.
Though I'm an outlaw, hated, left for dead,
Yet You have said that I am set apart.
Lord, make me zealous for Your righteous deeds,
That without fail, Your purpose I pursue.
Yet keep me from the way of Pharisees,
With mercy saturating all I do.
I am a fool, no path I take is wise,
I looked for refuge in my foeman's tent.
In fear I cloaked my history in lies,
Endangering the lives of innocent.
Yet You saw fit to help and prosper me,
Infusing vulgar with Your sanctity.