Oh Lord, forgive my poor unforgiveness,
For I do truly hold a hellish grudge
Against You, Oh God, in all Your wisdom.
You never should have trusted me so much.
You’ve given me ample chances to doubt,
And doubt I have, and doubt I no doubt will.
You’ve answered my prayers before I’ve said them,
And each answer has confounded my soul.
Why would you grant my sinful petition,
Given my mocking, my scorning of faith?
Yahweh, is this some sort of sacred trick—
Blessing a fool who only curses back?
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