It’s been a year since my last confession. I’d hold back my tears, but apathy is all – it’s all I have. I know it’s not right. I haven’t suffered. My life’s been fine. Was I a seed that grew but quickly died? “Son here I am and I’ve always loved you.” That’s what You say but I can’t see You. Idle lies fill the vacancy. My fragile mind slaps Deity. I’m numb. The disgusting part is I’m so quick to judge You. I point my finger, but I’ll scoff at reproof. And I cannot sing. The words lose their meaning. I’ve opened my eyes and Yours are still clenched shut. Did you say amen? Once in a while I’ll see Jesus bleeding. For a moment I could sing but … Undermine authority. Kiss goodbye decency. Let it go. Let go. You said “Son I, I will always love you and there’s nothing you could do to take that away, away.” For it’s sunlight cast upon the blue skies and there is nothing better, nothing better than Your love. When idle lies fill the vacancy, when I commit blasphemy, You loved. You loved. When authority is undermined, when I’ve fallen the thousandth time, You still loved. You still love me.