Glory

Where in all of this do I stand?
And how.. ?

Uprighted by the weight
Of His Glory

The weight of Him
Pressed down upon my good deeds.
Pressed apon my fears.
They are minutiae
They are nothing compared to
His  face.

His Kingdom
Presented itself to my heart,
To seek it first I must be moved by His might.

I alone drift towards self reliance.
My God before me.
I am covered and lifted up into purpose.

His purpose.
To witness and move in love.
To be sent.
To partner with the Saints
And persevere.