#105

I'm tired, Lord.
I lashed out at You.
I said the cruelest things.
I renounced You.
I named every wound
I believed You gave me.

I hated You
for so many things.

I'm tired, Lord.
Exhausted.

Where is the miracle
Your faithful always promised?

I am a man of little faith,
yet here I am—
still praying.

I am unworthy.
I am unworthy.
I am unworthy.

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