Should I really fall I would not want to be recovered. My insolence and failure wopudl be to much to bare. At least that is my outware explanation, for lurking inside us all is a desire to be saved, and to know that we are loved, cared for and desired. It is not my wish to have sympathy only my hope. I am not longing to have a sholder to lean on, I am thinking how well it would be. If failure comes it brings with it sorrow, embarassment, disalusionment and shame. When recovery comes it pulls the nail out of the fence but still leaves a hole. With too many failures I become a screen, translucent, near transparent. My actions are watched and my blunders are not eisly hidden. But the master comes, and with his hand we can mend the holes. By his grace I am healed, after all that I can do. It is through his merits and by his life I am made whole. his life and death are significant. For all I can do in my oun exaltation it will never be enough, but the master comes. I am weak, I am borken, My neck is stiffened by pride, through the gospel I can be broke in I can be down hearted for my actions but through words and deeds, through works and spirit I can bandage my wounds but the scar remains, then the master comes and with him, through him I am made alive, clean, and forgiven.