If I fall,







will you catch me?
I just want to feel safe,
To be sincere and know when I say
Hallowed be your name.

Every fragment of me is imperfect,
And nothing fits together as I planned.
But my fragmented views are
Useless
When I’m perfectly whole in your hands.

(I know that I can trust you.
But sometimes my heart won’t believe.
Because I know that I’m
Not Good Enough
To deserve the love you give.

Perfection
Is something I’m so far from
I hardly recognize the word.
But when I’m bound to cry out in
Failure
again
I know that I’ll be heard.)

Creator of all the earth,
And most especially,
My heart.
I know it belongs to you.
So this is where I start:
Giving up.