Transformation

I am

filthy,

dirty,

covered in shit

and pee and blood 

and my own

putrid sinfulness,

but you reach

your prestige hands down

to me and

pull me into your arms

of refuge.

Yet 

you don't become soiled

in my feces,

instead your fresh purity

is infecting me

and the cakes of mud

are falling

as hard as my tears

as your forgiveness

and grace overwhelm me

and the truth of your

love 

flooding

my entire being and

flushing out

even the 

smallest speck

from my every recess

and

your unending encouragement

that coaxes me

into your world of

forever and ever.