Why, my King, do I disobey?
Why do I not give every breath to pray?
Why does my love for you not dry my tears?
These are my fears
My faith, O King, is weaker than Peter’s
My hope guides me but millimeters
My love is even darker than dim
Can I even let you in?
So, I ask, again, my Lord, my King
Creator and Sustainer of everything
Father, Son, Spirit, three in one
Please guide this feckless son
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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