Inconsistent,
Afraid of yet only unseen possibilities,
Hand over heart
Terrified of my part
How will I stand?

Wavering?
Detoured from asking myself the question,
Hiding in case
I should see His face,
Hear Him asking me.

Ashamed.
Putting pen to paper to communicate
The question hanging,
Enough  it has me crying,
For only You know.

Begging,
Because I know of the sins between us
For You will I stand?
Hold up head and hand?
Or will I fold?

Time marches.
The world grows crueler, harder
The end is visible
Man destroys made divisible,
You Lord are returning.

Rapture.
Until then Lord, strengthen me
When the question
Comes in a moment of great desperation,
Jesus or Satan.

Let it be,
Only Jesus,
Only Christ,
Only the Holy Father
Holy Spirit speak through me, "Jesus".

-dfav
1/8/2021