help me past my hypocrisy


aren’t I supposed to love everybody?

the least of these

but instead it’s lukewarm

there’s nobody

I care for more in my heart it seems

than the paycheck

and comforts of living

help me break through

this life block

make me

help me

love more than a comfotable spot

expand my heart to love like Yours

to see past the defiance and

cursing because at the core

they’re children of Yours

to help me see

what Your Will is

by serving the least of these.


Author: gerbilette

Write, edit, be. Write, love, poetry.

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