Worse than a Whore

I am worse than a Whore

A Whore is paid to go astray

Yet I so often pay others so that I may go astray

I actively pay to forsake you and put others before you

I am a Whore I do confess

I call out your name in distress

Without the stress I run away again

I bow down to the Idols I have created

The gods I wrought with my own hands

I understand them in all their fullness

For I made them in mans sinful image

But they can never satisfy

They never answer back they show no affection

They are empty reflections of my own sins

My soul cries out to you GOD

Even though I stray

I still cry out to you

You have forgiven me time and time again

And you continue to do so without end

Even though I run so often in the opposite direction

You always pursue me

You calm me back to you

You whisper in my ear

Remember when you first loved me

Come back to me

Like you did at first

I forgive you

I love you

I will protect you

I will always pursue you

I will never forsake you

LORD bind my heart to you

So that I may wander no more

Let me rest and live in your presence

Let me stray no more but

Reside always in you.

The Mad Poet's Street Corner