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I apologize Lord.
I'll shout my wrongs from monumental mountains.
The sorrow sits in the depth of I, who you've created.
I apologize Lord.
For my doubts.
My denial.
I'll sing psalms, from the very voice you blessed me with.
Dance with glee, on the very moment you forgave me.
I apologize Lord, for I've repelled my strength.
You substituted my weakness.
Putting wisdom in it's weary place.
Placed prayers on lips which cursed.
Added knowledge to my mistakes.
So I, your servant.
I apologize Lord, for trying to find peace within blind hearts.
For thinking my endings, were where you consciously "placed me at starts".
To regain parts.
Of my being that flew afar.
From your teachings.
I resided in the dark.
I apologize Lord.
Once again give men tools to construct arks.
I'll race to "your" safe arms.
I, like Noah, will ride on your "colorful promise".
Breathe into my lungs, longevity.
Strengthen my hearts chambers with prosperity.
I apologize Lord.
For being weak and not indulging in your clarity.
That's easily accessible to me.
I apologize Lord, for going to sleep on certain nights with a heavy heart and sharing trials to overly waxed ears.
The population can't hear.
That's why you're set apart.
That's why I apologized to you from the start.
I have no shame.
You're my beginning, middle and end.
I, your special work of art.
That's why I send praises to apologies.
Humbled myself on bended knees.
Admittance is the key.
So from this sinner, I say to thee.
I apologize Lord.
Rita S.
M.T.F.D.
