I kneel at this rock as another did in Gethsemane- “Father, let this cup pass from me…”

Oh, but don’t stop there.

Take the cup, the saucers, the plates, the whole entire China cabinet…

I don’t want it.

Take it from me.

I’ve chucked it all to land at heavens door. For the love of God, pick it up.



You’ve slayed armies, built nations, built entire worlds. You’ve tamed beasts, opened the earth, swallowed wicked and drowned the damned. You’ve erased sickness, cured evil and defeated death itself. 

If this is the story you stand by, if this is your renowned name…

Then why can’t you seem to pull me from this sinking pit.