I’ve hurt with my words, shot daggers with looks,
Made rash decisions, read smutty books.
I’ve helped fuel rumors when talk was cheap,
The Lord’s Day, I didn’t always keep.
I’ve withheld information, told little white lies,
My spouse and my family I’ve criticized.
Fueled rumors and conflict, behind people’s backs,
I’ve jumped to conclusions without all the facts.
I’ve cursed and I’ve taken the Lord’s name in vain,
I’ve coveted houses and cars and fame.
I’ve screamed at my children, I’ve stomped and I’ve stewed,
Been cranky, unruly and just “in a mood.”
I’m a work in progress, my faults still accrue,
So reflection, confession and prayer will ensue.
I am not perfect and never will be,
Which is just the reason He died for me.
~Jennifer Wuersig~ 10-8-12