Unworthy

What do I say to you who created the heavens and the earth?

How can anything I say resonate to you?

You knew me before I was created.

Your plan for my life was set in stone long before I ever existed.

I have been a liar.

Thief.

Adulterer.

Hypocrite.

I have had feelings of pride.

Anger.

Jealousy.

Hate.

Doubt.

And yet, despite all this, you want ME to talk to you!

You LONG for me to come before you.

Why?

I feel I have so little to offer you.

There again is that doubt.

Lord there are times where I don't know what to say.

Times where I feel too ashamed.

And yet you want nothing more but for me to talk to you.

To express my joys.

Concerns.

Fears.

Wants.

Apologies.

All you want is for me, your child, to continuously run to you.

And I will, despite feeling forever like I am

Unworthy.