Repentance

I’m sorry, God, for I have failed

to see your gift within my grasp.

You have given me everything,

but I choose to look away—

greedy hands clutching for more,

a heart too spoiled to rest.

I am not worthy,

yet still, I bow.

I’m sorry

for the times you did the work

and I claimed the glory.

I’m sorry

for the paths you lit

while I wandered into shadow.

I’m sorry

for when you showed me what’s right,

and I went left.

I’m sorry

for putting the weight of the world on my shoulders,

forgetting that I was on Yours. 

I have mistaken your patience

for absence,

your silence for neglect.

I have come to you 

only with empty hands,

begging.

And though I see you now,

I know I will be blind again.

I’d ask for forgiveness,

But why ask for something

Which you have already given? 

Please grant me

humility to bow down,

resilience to rise up,

and wisdom to remember

my way home.