#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.