I Confess Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.

When I feel I have a need,
And I please My Father...
With deeds I attempt,
And some not successfully...
My Father decides,
To then surprise.

It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.

When I pray each day,
And express my gratefulness...
I don't take for granted,
Those blessings from My Father...
I know from Him I get.

When I find I struggle,
And I am wet with sweat...
I am comforted by My Father,
Who then allows...
My peace and rest.

It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.

Before Him I place no 'thing' I value more.
Before My Father,
I profess a love for him that is adored.
My loyalty and devotion,
Is given without thought.
And My Father and I...
Tackle those obstacles,
He assists me to abort.

It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.

And nothing do I have do I take for granted.
I know from 'WHOM' my gifts have come.
I know from 'WHOM' has 'allowed' this to be done!

It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.