Prayer, From a Soul Who Finally Understands

Forgive me, Lord.

Somehow, I miscalculated.

The numbers

I had aligned

very

neatly

did not add up.

I'm sorry, Lord.

I put You in a box.

Every good act

was never further from Belief.

Is it too late, Lord?

I did it all in Your name.

They told me I was good.

I thought I was good.

Yet here I am,

the one place

I thought

I would

never

see

You're a Merciful God.

That's what they told me on Sunday.

Do I get a last chance?

Or is this it?

I think-

You gave me so many chances, didn't You. Didn't You?

I just didn't see it-

until

now.

Forgive me, Lord.

Your name will fall from my lips, even here. Even now.

Even now.

Now

and-

forever