My eyes are tainted
I see through filthy lenses dirtied by life experiences
What I see, I comprehend
And my comprehension fails me
For I am a product of fallen man- brokenness
But, You speak truth to my deepest parts
You clean what was once filthy
You take the past, forgive it, and redeem it
You are my clarity
You are my point of view.

Written in the journal from the Prayer Room during 40.