Mercy, Lord

Empty handed, I come,

Cold hearted,

Weak willed Godward,

Stubborn selfward

Humbled by life

Broken against the rocks

Beaten by the waves

All my baragaining chips fell out in the fall

All my good excuses used before

Rubber necked, I cannot lift my head

Wobbly knees, hard to kneel

I fall

I fall down on my face

I bring nothing

Just me

Not much

Have mercy, Lord.

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