A Hateful Plea

Late have I hated you

For much without cause

Yet no matter what You do

I always feel wronged

On my shoulders is such a weight

And the past gives me pause

For though much is my hate

It's for Your love that I've longed

So would you melt this stone

That I once called a heart?

For on my own

I can only fall apart.

Author's Note

some sort of weary confession.... I;m not sure what exactly this is.... What do you think/feel about it?