Confessions

by Jill Phillips   Nov 29, 2012


What if we didn't, just cause we could?
What if we gave up everything that should?
Instead we ignore all of the problems we made up
And we pick day that we set aside to raise a cup
To all of the lost and destroyed.
But what of the cross? Do we look to that and become annoyed
Simply by the prospect of being not enough
Because we aren't because we can't because I cant call your bluff
I have to trust I have to try and I'm scared out of my mind
Scared because I know you let me down before
Before when all you did was kind in my eyes, and you would never hurt me.
But I was a fool, because I doubted your humanness.
Not your love, or your kindness, or anything else.
Only your humanness.

But what of that, what makes you so?
Well, how should I know? ...But I do.
Because it is my God. My wonderful creator and father above me that made me and made you.
So no matter how hard you try, you cannot be perfect
Your humanness you cannot hide
Your sin nature is a part of you, and it turns into our pride.
We cannot recognize all that satisfies our human eyes and lives
But what does it even matter if I cannot measure up to your size?

Cause I've done worse.
Because when I get bored,
I look upon sights that are unfit for the righteousness bestowed upon me by my lord
I've thought thoughts that would make you weep
And yet I cannot claim to be beat.
But I know, I know, I know that there is NO REASON TO LOVE ME.
There cannot be. Why should you, and why should he?

This is why I claim to be insane
Because you treat me like a lady. A lady that I know I am not
I am doing the same things over and over and over again
Expecting a new outcome but never trying to begin-
-a new lifestyle. One of purpose
One of worship. One that is all that we should be in.
And yet you can call me your girlfriend (which is a term of endearment I suppose)
So when I think about what I am it makes me shake with anger and with self loathe.

But then I remember (sometimes by your touch)
That I am more. Because of him.
My redeemer has restored me
No longer the wretch that I know myself to be,
I am learning to accept the love that you are willing to give me.

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