(Originally written on January 11, 2014)
 

I am a child of the King,

Or so I say I am.

How can I speak His words

And not abide by them?
 

Those of the world who know

Him not, they can be justified.

For all of their transgressions

They know not what they do.
 

As a man who does know Him,

I have an obligation

To feed His sheep the truth

And turn them into shepherds.
 

How about those sheep

who do know Him

Thinking they cab manage

without an overseer?
 

I can’t convert those people.

Only He can help them change.

All I can do is bow my head,

And hope they find their way.
 

Now on back to me.

I’m supposed to be a saint

And be separate from the world.

Instead I fit right in.
 

How can I help myself?
 

I can go to church all I want;

Sing the songs; and read the texts,

But one must truly absorb it all

To become a better person.
 

I come to you again Father,

But not with hollow apologies.

Before I preach to others,

I’ll give myself a sermon.