I woke up to my ugliness.
Shame, guilt, disappointment, sadness all wrapped up in weariness.
To go to God when you are wronged is easy.
To go to God when you have wronged is not easy.
How many times will I fcuk up before God says enough?
How many times will I sit in the temple, disgraced?
How many times will I walk the same lonely paths lined with thorny briars?
Before the weight of my own sins