God. I've been something like a Christian for years, but I sometimes drift and the doubts threaten to overwhelm me. It's been that way recently. This is an older poem of mine, but it's well descriptive of my spiritual swing between doubting and being faithful.
Were it the span of the heavens
Or the depths of the sea.
Twas never so wide,
As the Space formed by me.
I cry out in my prison.
I see your hand in the sun.
Oh My God, My God!
What have I done?
Pulled into glass pieces,
Now where can I go?
Fettered in by my sin,
I scream, you say no.
One way to change this,
Sad power of Blood.
Clawing for surface,
I see where I stood.
Yo do now accept me,
I am bowed at your throne.
I screamed to you mercy,
No longer Alone.
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