Prayer at Ecclesia
i can’t give myself
Not my heart, not my soul
Not to You
You are Love, Perfection, Goodness
Truth
i am a cynic
a liar
a fake
a traitor
the worst kind
all sweet and self-possessed
i am oil
You are water
And we will never mix
No matter how i am shaken
By the tremors in Your house
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