I confess, Lord,
while I’ve asked you
to tear this away
to rip me open
to shred my failings
to attack my weak places
to batter my heart
three-personed God
what I haven’t asked
is for gentle grace
for compassion
for pity
for a kind embrace
for sacrificial love
because those
are the hard things
and I was just trying to make this all
easier for you.
I wait, Father,
for you to do
the impossible.
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