Forgiven

Oh Lord,

there is so much

for which You have forgiven me.

But most of all,

for impersonating myself,

for throwing myself into my own prison

instead of turning to You,

my personal Watchman,

my merciful Warden,

and asking You for Your

personal pardon.

Forgive me, Lord.

Without You I am caught,

the plaything of demons

driven and tossed by my

inner diremption,

desiring my pleasures,

doing my thoughts,

the slave to the stranger,

the doubled-minded sinner

my vacillating-befittingly

lust loitering other,

who loves being me,

and whom I hate: the

impetus for my being a liar,

and the starting point

(again) of the lie.

Thank You, Lord.

You let me sit at Your feet,

clothed in my right mind,

with Your like-minded children,

Your beloved, Your chosen,

for Your ongoing,

never-ending disclosing

the name of our righteous Father

only so,

the love with which He loved You,

may be in us, and thus,

You in us with us in You.

John 17:25-26; James 1:12; 2 Timothy 4:8; 1 John 3:1-2; Revelations 19:1-8

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