Sanctuary of Understanding

I need a sanctuary of understanding,
A place I can’t hide or engrave my name on a particular pew
Let me savor a sermon that causes the sin in me to wither and writhe until it has no place
in this holy temple of truth.
Let me feel the ground-shaking worship
with my arms raised in testimony to Your goodness
and my eyes looking outward rather than
leaning back on self-involved introspection.
May the fragrance of your love, hope, faithfulness, and forgiveness
fill the nostrils of all I encounter. Leave your mark on me so that everyone can tell
I’ve been with Jesus.

You are my sanctuary, O Lord.
The place of refuge, security, and hope.
Let me display the fullness of communion with a God who is never distant.

Further Reading:

Poetry Testifies to What I’ve Seen and Heard

Broken Butterflies: Emerging Through Grief by Karisa Moore