Nova

I doubt a God with stars to see
Would ever deign to look at me;
Yet if he tried, yes if he tried,
I'd find some secret place to hide
The guilty murmurs of my mind;
My angry thoughts, my thoughts unkind;
As they are hid by everyone
Who fears his precious pride undone.

Nothing can hide me from His sight;
To Him the darkness is as light.
A beacon burns for my disgrace
Across infinities of space.
The brightest stars are dimmed beside
The luminosity of pride,
Hate, envy, greed; a fiery flood;
I hide them only in His blood.