The house of my soul is too small for you to come to it.
May it be enlarged by you. It is in ruins: restore it.
In your eyes it has offensive features.
I admit it, I know it; but who will clean it up?
Or to whom shall I cry other than you?
Cleanse me from my secret faults, Lord,
and spare your servant from sins to which I am tempted by others.
-St. Augustine, Confessions