A Psalm

You let me stand alone,
Like tall grass in the wind You let me blow about.
I am let to the whims of the wicked,
Victim of the judgments of they who would call themselves righteous.
Tell me again how You came to save me,
Save me from this plague that You let me into the world with.
This body is a cage,
And my wretched essence is no soul.
You have left me here to die,
You have left me to rot for the sins of my father’s father.
The men who claim to be Your sons,
Have given themselves to wickedness and hate.
You say that You will give me grace,
But I struggle to see Your gift as justice.
You are above all things,
But I have seen few things it is glorious to be above.
You say that You are love,
But I have not seen it displayed.
You have left me alone on a rock with a book,
That men tell me to read, and by men was writ.