Little Faith

 

Eyes closed, head bowed, raised hands to the diadem

Cried enough tears to see my own reflection in them

Spoke about the Almighty but never committed

Until I was washed under water, and my sins were misted

 

I gave Him all I had and nothing less I promise

He was my everything even in the depths of darkness 

A witness when I touched the field glorifying His name

A villain when I injured feeling only but shame

 

I committed myself to Him, His love so red

But a serpent I was, bruised on the head

Drenched in love was what I thought

But after the injury I had to bethought

 

Sick from a cold heart, my love is so faint

I'm just a sinner and not a saint

For you God, hands to the sky, I am still devout

But you of little faith, why did you doubt?

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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