Lord

I speak to God with a voice, unsure;
A voice laden with heavy thoughts.
My passion trembles and falters,
From verses, untaught.

I speak to God but, am I speaking?
For I hear no words returned.
Like a child who cries for help,
Whose foolish hands were burned.

I speak to God with a heart, rapid.
My pulse revealing my fears and sins.
If you do not forgive me, Lord,
I will meet you in the end.