I fall before You now,
I'm hindered at You're feet.
My sins are heavy,
They're deep.

I've failed You again.
I've let You down.
Disgraced You.

My actions are
Shameful.
My thoughts
Bring You pain.

I lead a life of,
regret, should have,
could have, would haves.

Wash me clean,
Dry me off.
Set me free.
On the right path.

Keep me straight,
Pick me up.
Make me whole.

I am a tree.

My bark is tough,
Crackled, broken,
And rigid.

It's worn out in places,
Weakened in many.

My limbs are reaching,
Aimlessly above me.
They quiver in the wind.
Move with it's gusts,
Snap in the breeze.

My leaves are changing,
Again, it seems.
They twist and turn,
Fall off, and grow.

I am a tree.

My surroundings,
They're changing.
They move me,
They break me.

I am the remains,
The results,
The outcome,
The compilation.

The winds will change,
Again it seems.
It'll pick up,
It'll calm down,
It'll weaken me,
Then build me up again.

I am a tree.


Father, be the wind, break me down, change me. I'm tired of this life I've been leading. It's meaningless and striping away the person I am, the person I was, and the person I want to be. Break my habits, make me new. I am nothing, with out You.