Clean Heart

Thoughts for a Sunday

The Holy of Holies
by Paul David Trip

"Behold, you desire the truth in my inmost being."
Psalm 51:6

In the holy of holies
Where my deepest thought dwells
In the secret place,
Of the heart,
Where no one sees,
And no one knows.
In that place of worship,
Sets the course,
For all I say,
And all I do.

In the holy of holies,
Where thoughts,
Afraid to be verbal,
And desires,
Never quite spoken,
What I will seek,
And say,
And do.

In the holy of holies,
Where greed lurks dark,
And anger stands dangerous,
In the shadows,
Where lust captivates,
And envy enslaves,
In that sacred place,
Of the heart,
Where I plan to do what I will do.
And rehearse what I will say.

Where love is born
or succumbs to hate,
Where gentleness
Falls to vengance.
In that place where
thinking never ends,
And interpretations,
Become a way of seeing.
Where feelings grow in power,
And overwhelm
what is sensible,
and true.

In the holy of holies
where I stand naked,
All covering gone,
Before you,
What I am,
As I am,
Void of defense,
Stripped of excuse.
Nowhere to hide,
No reputation to polish.
In the place where You,
Can see,
And hear,
And know.

May you do there
What I cannot do.
May you create there,
What only mercy can give.
May you hold back,
What I deserve,
And give what,
I could never earn.

May you create in me,
a clean heart.

"Create in my a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me."
Psalm 51:10


From the book,
"whiter than snow -- meditations on sin and mercy"
by Paul David Trip
Crossway Pub., 2008