Confession

Every coin has two sides and in a single day a man can live and die.

But, can the same be said of my soul? Or will I, for my sins, bear the toll?

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Two sides of me are continually fighting deep in my heart. But if it goes on much longer, I’m afraid I’ll fall apart.

I’m tired of feeling like Jekyll and Hyde. In hopelessness my heart cries.

I want to be like the unfettered sparrow gliding gently on a breeze. Or like the unkempt leaf floating gracefully down a stream.

I’m sick of hiding this secret that I let no one see. Passions and desires that I try not to feed.

It’s like a skeleton I keep safely tucked away. Where I hid him, I don’t have the courage to say.

This, my heavy chain, I take with me everywhere I go. I carry it with me even when I’m alone.

The metal scraping across the concrete floor becomes deafening. The cold lifeless steel in my numb hands becomes deadening.

And If I listen carefully I can hear its faint rattling through the laughter and prayer. But more often than not, I don’t even realize it’s there.

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Every coin has two sides and in a single day a man can live and die.

I do not want the same to be said of my soul. I ask that You would cleanse me of my sins and bear their toll.