#modernpsalm
Ten toes down. Ten fingers clinging to
the cross — but even I can admit: some
unanswered prayers leave me feeling
_so cross_.
Where both the heart and mind
start to whisper —"maybe we’ve already
been crossed out from receiving blessings,"
even after giving ourselves to that same cross.
The soul isn’t an __X__ to unconditional love —
it still holds on, trembling, but my human
nature keeps crossing out its own heart.
Unwilling to believe in the redemption that
bled for it, too caught in its own voice
to hear anything softer.
Pride’s the loudest preacher in the room.
It tells me, "you deserve it all" — as long as it's
everything I want and nothing I have to wait
for; even when I try to even the odds, I’m
reminded: human nature is always at odds
with itself.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 4:47 AM UTC