Posture

Their earthly offerings are burnt.
I have only a burning state, a heart in flames.
Unlike Job I rollick in sin, 
but through the sorrow I acknowledge.
My selfish feelings burn away.
If gratitude was a posture the hard ground would 
splinter through my knees.
Pry us from the filth to the right path of righteousness.
The world weeps, dismantle the cowards and evil doers,
they dismantle our holy pillars.
Though my own will and body I empty for you to dwell.
In this weakness I'll be strong.
Lord let your will prevail.