In Lent, despite my prayers, some sins persist,
I know it’s no use crying in my beer,
I go to Mass, receive His Eucharist,
Christ is a taste of heaven we have here.
I owe to friend and foe so many debts,
I merit punishment more than reward,
relief comes when, confessing these regrets,
I dump them on the altar of the Lord.
“Let go, let God,” we’re taught to say in church,
best to accept serene what I can’t do,
I’ve found on trips, no matter where I search,
Lord, nothing matches coming back to You.
With all these cares, O God, upon my plate,
when I give them to You, they dissipate.
-- by Pete Voelz 2/24/12
No comments:
Post a Comment