Psalm 22 & Judges 16
Wasting strength on the critical,
the reckless and arrogant, has dried it up.
Wasting prayers on guilt and shame.
Save time; poke out my eyes and walk away.
Be peaceful and decisive, quit wasting away
and start cutting off. Don't let the browned
roses behind the garage wither until winter
before the die in the snow. Prune in the spring,
that new blooms may grow.
Wasting words on self-gratifying confession,
details of indiscretion lavishly inlaid with
more temptation. Sacrifice, short and swift.
Help me overcome wasteful, indulgent humanness.
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