Fully broken I stand content
To live a life of dying
Fearing man, not so much
As fearing my self and deception
When the deep calls for response
Will I have one word of wisdom
When questioned as to my life
Can my death be a worthy defense
While theologians easily divide fear and faith
My heart is not so divided
Am I in pursuit of God’s ways
Or am I lazy
Called to do what I can not do
Gathering people when I delight not to
Broken by self awareness now
More broken by justice atoned
A public boast is a little thing
Who will stand firm in dark nights and isolated space
In this life of death to self
Brothers, Father, Spirit; guide me
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