It has never really been my blatant disobedience that made me ashamed,
Not my arrogance, nor any ****** deviance, no angry lashing out,
That cuts me to pieces and makes me hang my head
Keeping me habitually from entering you presence,
No, it has been my absence from your side,
My choice to forget you in my day,
Not speaking to the one who gave me birth,
And took away the night,
Then,
When pain, and loneliness
Drive me back to you,
I try to once again avoid you presence,
Wishing I had come out of nobler impulse,
Forgetting that this is how you work,
Almost like a lover who doesn’t care what makes me join him,
The Lord calls me to himself,