Before It's Too Late
by Michael Doyle

I hold no real begrudgement
Against the Holy God of judgment
And how it seems most on me
Not them, yet as a matter of theology

That it is most how it should be
Too often, I cross the line
Pretending to know what is mine
As a child of God, I make the Lord weary

Or, at least that feels the Biblical theory
Because of my complaints about next to nothing
While His hands are busy doing the something
That keeps this world spinning around

Keeping things on the path of simple
Praying as I do inside His Holy temple
Praying mostly that I might get things right
Or, at least on the surface, in His sight

But He finds me out in my darkest places
All of the hidden wrongs that I embrace
And like a father or mother, He keeps me straight
Hoping to help me perfect myself before it's too late

(c) May 9, 2021  Michael Doyle
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