I am the beggar
I am the king
I tie up the noose
From which I swing
I am the meek
I am the whore
Provisioned beyond need
Grovelling for more
I reach out humbled
I wall up with pride
Necessarily naked
Attempting to hide
I praise my God
I curse my soul
Floored by grace
Ignoring my role
Quietly feeling entitled
Crying out in despair
My actions serrated edges
Cutting bonds and bones beyond repair
Where am I going?
Come deepest thoughts
And deepest falls
Let it all mix in
Our blood bears both
True saints’ patience and sinners’ sin