I have to accept that I am a “sinner”.
A broken man
In need of more than I can perform by my human hands
I have to be OK with this wretched man; not to want to stay the same…but to understand
His pains and aches and all that quakes
His rage and shame and what’s made him lame.
I must accept I am this man
Darkness within, but not who I am.
There is yet a spark, still a light beneath
A soul who speaks for peace and strength