Prayer at Ecclesia

Prayer at Ecclesia

i can’t give myself

Not my heart, not my soul

Not to You

You are Love, Perfection, Goodness


i am a cynic

a liar

a fake

a traitor

the worst kind

all sweet and self-possessed

i am oil

You are water

And we will never mix

No matter how i am shaken

By the tremors in Your house

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