When my curiosity runs dry and I've named my anger "righteous" the one thing that can keep my heart from growing hard is looking into the perfect Word and seeing perfect righteousness as my reflection.
It stops me in my self confident tracks. Because I know. I know that's not my goodness. But it also catches me as I fall from my own pedestal. And the angry words I clenched like weapons fall from my hands. It holds me securely with comfort that's more substantial than anything I've known.
By Your blood my conscience is cleansed. There is simply no punishment left for me. I learn to enter Your presence with confidence. I look around and find myself on my knees by the ones I wanted my argument to beat. Tears hurry to my eyes.
Mercy triumphs.
The Worth Of Knowing 
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