Prayer Of An Unfaithful Servant
Dear precious, and everlasting Lord,
I reach out to you; in total humility;
as a servant; I should fall on my sword;
my only excuse is growing senility.
Sometimes, I act as an arrogant man;
thinking I’m in total control;
when I’m a mere servant of the I Am;
overreaching my appointed role.
Today I am sad; and filled with guilt;
for I, alone, am to blame;
I’m a flower, who has chosen to wilt;
unworthy to utter your name.
It seems no matter, how hard I try;
my temper gets the best of me;
I feel ashamed, I’ve made you cry;
failure seems my destiny.
Tho you’ve given me, a gift to write;
I often forget what to say;
I think evil thoughts; day and night;
seldom taking time to pray.
I feel I’ve let down; those I loved most;
accomplishing nothing at all;
as your kingdom becomes burned toast;
pride allowed me to fall.
Virtue and honor have withered away;
making me become more earthy;
I pray that evil will soon melt away;
for now; I’m simply unworthy.
Monty 3.12.26. # 3,205