Sunday prayer

I walk in a world still coated white, recalling the sacrifice, the price that was paid to cleanse us. 

I ponder the command given by our Father:

And you shall be holy to Me, for I the LORD am holy, and have separated you from the peoples, that you should be Mine. Leviticus 20:26 NKJV 

Lord, we cannot be holy as You are holy until we get rid of ourselves.
Yes, it is hard to die.
Daily we struggle to hold on to those things that You would have killed and buried.
The struggle distracts us from Your purposes.
And people see the struggle instead of seeing the peace.
And people see the fighting instead of the love.
And people see the sin instead of the purity of heart.
Wash us Lord God, and teach us how to walk in the cleanliness You alone can provide without letting our natural selves cast dirt and filth over that which You have purified.
Teach us what "holy" means to You.
Teach us what it means to walk in "holy fear" of You.
Help us to die to all that we think is good within ourselves, that Your goodness would break through like the morning sun, in Jesus name.