God is walking with me through a time of grieving my sin. I wanted to share with you my story in poetic form.

I, Your Vessel Of Destruction

I, your vessel of destruction,
Was hardened for your purpose.
You bottled me for your pouring
And withheld the burning coal from my lips.

I, your wolf in sheeps clothing,
Decieved my brother, and devoured your flock.
My seed was sown in the mud
And dried up in the heat of confidence.

I, your self-righteous child
Was shaded with the qiqayon*
And covered with your mercy.
You brought death to the green, my rotting soul.

I handed you the gavel.


*qiqayon - the hebrew word used for the plant that shaded jonah