One Hungry Soul

Law on my left

Solid, formulaic, unbending 

I cling to you

Your rigid structure comforts me 

Yet you are indifferent towards me

Grace on my right

Aromatic, inviting, free

Sometimes waves of sweet relief 

Gently cleanse my grimy hands

As they claw at this cold wall 

In desperation to be enough, do enough 

To stay in Law’s good graces

But I’m too dirty for the occasional wash

I cannot measure up to Law’s high standards 

I’m ignorant, and ungrateful to even try 

Pleasing faith releases this wall of Law

Relaxing into Your pool of Grace

Swapping sides for good 

Choosing Your effort over mine

Trusting what You did for me 

Is everything