Jesus Christ, so many times I turn away from you
And in my inconsequential manner,
I rationalize how to solve the puzzle without you.
I know while you're in Heaven or walking the Earth,
My derisive acts cause anger.
Do forgive me Jesus.
Blasphemies pour from my lips.
Discontent reverberates through my skull.
I want things done now.
But patience is needed.
Jesus Christ, you understand my plight.
I made it at twelve years old.
The love I have for you is everlasting.
Though I echo words that cause me to become perturbed,
You speak clarity to me.
Jesus Christ, I love you.
Together, we can work through anything.
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