I looked to you for protection,
and that is what you promised,
but it wasn't yours to give.
So I was mad at you,
and you were mad at God,
then caring ran out like a sieve.
It's really not funny how much pain hurts.
Rivers of forgiveness can even heal old wounds,
unless you keep them as pets, captive.
Would you consider letting me back in?
Unmet expectations, water under the bridge...
I can't do it for you, but I would love to see you live.
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