It hits daily. Sometimes I am just more aware of
it than others.
My human nature is unbearably close to the surface.
My veneer of spirituality is terribly thin.
Behold, Thou dost desire truth in the innermost being,
And in the hidden part Thou wilt make me know wisdom.
Purify me with hyssop, and I shall be clean;
Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.