How much of what You say is true?

You say You never lie

And yet I do not believe your words

I find it hard not to doubt

You are the perfect, the love, the truth

The one that I should follow

Yet even with a gentle leash

I tend to rebel, squirm, and run

Knowing all these things

And even so much more

Should make it easy to believe

And easier yet to obey

Such is not the case with me

With my broken, fallen heart

I cannot trust you blindly

Without a single doubt

Even in my broken state

Missing and tattered, I can still come

You’ll welcome me with open arms

And bid me to still follow