Blank Slate

Take Your finger
and place it in my mouth
that You might touch the Hope
that lingers there

Let me suck
Your bitterness away
and replace it
with sweet entreaty

Scrape the roof of my mouth
and peel away the layers of mistrust
that grew like barnacles
upon my underside

Press my tongue
that only whispered
words of love be uttered
in Your lordly presence

Push down my throat
that i may offer up and expunge
all the evil deeds
from my very depths

Thus pure and naked
i kneel before You
a blank slate
upon which to write Your story