
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