You can have the most broken of spirits, the most impure of hearts, a silent voice, a weeping cry, a loud existence, an imperfect hand , and still be loved. Everything about you in it's imperfect state, a beauty to the Omniscent One. I stand tall in my praise. Aware of my inequities drawing closer to the Source of everything because, my heart. Our hearts, are the only thing the Groom longs and cries for. May your footsteps be songs of worship this weekend.