CONFESSION
Father...
I've flunked this test of faith,
time and time again,
My zeal and patience stands trial,
In the court of doubt.
I was the mirror,
Reflecting your love and glory,
Read like an open book,
By sheep and wolves;
Defecting to the wilderness,
At the glimpse of my flaws.
I'm striving to stand firm,
In these overwhelming gales,
Tossing me back and forth,
Into the pit of my vomit.
Trudging through the city,
Like a fugitive,
Carrying my cross like a backpack,
But, all I see is sirens not Cyrene.
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