A wretched teacher I am�
I carry a golden treasure in this vessel of
selfishness, hatred and lusts.
Like a pig with a pearl
I roll in my own filth
My proud tongue trying to speak a message of humility
My angry heart, trying to instruct in the way of peace.
A lustful hypocrite, lurking like a prostitute,
ready to split her legs for anyone and then
condemn her partner.
Oh God, what a weary thing I am!
Why don�t they listen to the gospel?
Why don�t I?
Toil
Beaded sweat weakens my grip on humanity.
A soul torn between many masters
Each threatening a life sentence.
How can a man be free?
Everyone wants his weary hands.
No time to rest, no chance for sleep.
�Get up!�, �Go!� , �Don�t Stop!� �..I�m too slow
Time presses forward,
I attempt to catch up.
Chasing after the wind
Will I ever catch it?
No choice but the impossible
If only there were time to pray���..
Untitled.
Frustrating Fog.
Uncertain Groping.
Can I trust myself to trust You?
Chattering voices � the spectrum reigns.
Division, uncertainty, Faithful doubters.
Am I wrong?
I know You are right, but who are you?
Can I know?
The Pillar of Tradition is covered with grafitti
The Pillar of Bishops ignored.
Can we learn by men alone?
Can I live without grace?
I was ignorant for so long.
The vandal�s message was right
are they?
When I listen, I�m deceived.
When I shut my ears, I�m alone.
I never win.
�What is truth?�
A bloody man with a crown on his head.
A king?
Do I really need one?
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