I feel ashamed to come to you again father
Even as my sin drives us apart farther
With the same ***** hands, I Bring them together in praise
As if I wasn't a hypocrite who comes to you in spite
I blame a hateful world for my sinful endeavor
And yet I wish to be with you forever and ever
How my idols laugh knowing the point of my needs
And twisting it so a basic object fills my heart with greed
An internet bastardizing beauty to sell it for a quick fix
And the time wasted, repeatedly, coming to nix
"Forgive me", "I was so alone", "I had a bad day."
"They wronged me.", "To hell with them!", "Father don't leave me this way!"
Everything is a catalyst yet the bible has dusty prints
Turned brown from inactivity, yet screen time is infinity
True betrayal isn't in asking forgiveness, its entitlement to grace
We wouldn't be so sinful, had we met him face to face
Imagine if each time you sinned Jesus Knocked at your doorstep
Gently opened the door, greeted your pet, hugged you and had respect
Cordial enough to ask "What do you lack?" even as your hand cramps
Polite enough to say "I forgive you" before you even speak
As you keep your mouth shut, pretending it must reek
The lies escape via your eyes and he wipes them individually
He comes up to cup your face, with love and divinity
This image isn't to scare you, but you make you well aware
That the burning forever in hell isn't the truest despair
While eternal damnation is permanent, its name reveals true punishment
Imagine the face of the truest love, who died for your atonement
The blind can't lead the blind, but allow me with one eye
To tell you of the savior who lives beyond the skies
We betray him daily by even thinking of future sins
And he knew well in advance before time had a chance to begin
The cross is heavy, but the pain on your face is heavier to him
Rapture is only delayed, so that he can help see you win
Forgive me father, this poem isn't true atonement
And its a fancier way to ask for your forgiveness
May others alike me, come to respect your commandments
And learn to give the respect and commitment you express
Oh heavenly father
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 5:38 PM UTC
I feel ashamed to come to you again father
Even as my sin drives us apart farther
With the same ***** hands, I Bring them together in praise
As if I wasn't a hypocrite who comes to you in spite
I blame a hateful world for my sinful endeavor
And yet I wish to be with you forever and ever
How my idols laugh knowing the point of my needs
And twisting it so a basic object fills my heart with greed
An internet bastardizing beauty to sell it for a quick fix
And the time wasted, repeatedly, coming to nix
"Forgive me", "I was so alone", "I had a bad day."
"They wronged me.", "To hell with them!", "Father don't leave me this way!"
Everything is a catalyst yet the bible has dusty prints
Turned brown from inactivity, yet screen time is infinity
True betrayal isn't in asking forgiveness, its entitlement to grace
We wouldn't be so sinful, had we met him face to face
Imagine if each time you sinned Jesus Knocked at your doorstep
Gently opened the door, greeted your pet, hugged you and had respect
Cordial enough to ask "What do you lack?" even as your hand cramps
Polite enough to say "I forgive you" before you even speak
As you keep your mouth shut, pretending it must reek
The lies escape via your eyes and he wipes them individually
He comes up to cup your face, with love and divinity
This image isn't to scare you, but you make you well aware
That the burning forever in hell isn't the truest despair
While eternal damnation is permanent, its name reveals true punishment
Imagine the face of the truest love, who died for your atonement
The blind can't lead the blind, but allow me with one eye
To tell you of the savior who lives beyond the skies
We betray him daily by even thinking of future sins
And he knew well in advance before time had a chance to begin
The cross is heavy, but the pain on your face is heavier to him
Rapture is only delayed, so that he can help see you win
Forgive me father, this poem isn't true atonement
And its a fancier way to ask for your forgiveness
May others alike me, come to respect your commandments
And learn to give the respect and commitment you express
Oh heavenly father
I wrote this as an open apology and help for anybody in need of it. My journey with Christ is not perfect and idols permeate my life. I can't walk the path for you or force you to believe, but I pray that you give Jesus a chance with at least one of your problems and test him out before you debunk him with whatever facts the world or your lifestyle made you believe against. Jesus is forgiving, but time isn't so kind to us. Thank you for reading, Christ be with you.
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