starting over

“let go”

Dear God,

You have shown me that I am bitter, angry, lustful, ignorant, selfish, weak, and steeped in sin.

When I magnify myself, I forget You, and consequently grow proud, anxious or both.
When I am proud, I am blind to the above.
When I am anxious, I fret about above.

I’ve been there so often. I’m there now.
I don’t want to be here anymore, God.
There is nothing right, nothing just and nothing meaningful
about living for myself.

My will is weak, my promises empty, my attempts misguided
My life is imperfect but it’s all I have and
I know it’s far less than what You deserve,
Far too filthy for a holy God


would You take it?


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