How dare
you shame me. How dare you give me permission to do something then
deny me your support after the deed is done. Do I play such games
with you? Do I make my "yes" a no or my "no" a yes? No, I don't.
I give even when I don't desire. I do so because you simply ask.
I show my pain, my fear, my anger, my love because you request it
of me.
Where
is that defender of truth? The one that bragged of his honor. Of
his devotion. Of his faith. You are a Peter. Saying one thing in
private and another in public. Denying what I have done even though
it was blessed by you.
Am I a
project? Someone to "try" new things on? To push limits simply cause
you can. "Give me this." "Give me that." But don't count on me when
others persecute. I am to busy to say, "I support her" to those
that degrade my name. To those that defile my character. Agreeing
with slander by being silent. But you prefer to talk to me in private
then defend me in public. Am I to say "don't talk to me at all?"
Or take whatever little I can gather for time is ever so small.
Hypocrites.
All of you.
"I stand
behind you." Why? I am nothing, worthless, and pointless in this
world. Why hide behind me? What am I? I am no one to stand behind.
I am not a warrior. I am not a protector. I am not a fighter. Why
do you cower behind what I am not?
What am
I to do? I want to understand. I want to support and give ease and
pleasure to you. I want to love and give you joy. But how can I
when I am not acknowledged as yours.
Why do
you continue to hurt me so? Hour after hour I present my pain. Day
after day I am patted on the head and told to "pray." "Just be more
spiritual." I am told. If I prayed better would you want to stick
to your word more? Is that how it works? I am shattered but not
broken enough. "I only love you "this" much because you are not
"broken" enough for my tastes. " Are you so spiritual? Are so much
greater then I?
Tell me.
For I am floundering in this loneliness of rejection.
This must
be how Jesus feels when we deny Him in public by our silence.
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