Paradoxes

O changeless God, under the conviction of thy Spirit I learn that
the more I do, the worse I am,
the more I know, the less I know,
the more holiness I have, the more sinful I am,
the more I love, the more there is to love.
O wretched man (woman) that I am!
~The Valley of Vision

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