His Broken Soul

His Broken Soul I was a spark in morning’s light, But that... has faded out of sight. I don’t know, Father—do You forgive? Yet clouded with pride, I struggle to live. My heart bleeds. I only wanted to be seen. But it’s been centuries—maybe more— And still, I stand outside Your door. Father, I confess, I did You wrong—and I regret. But this power, I can’t let go. It’s the only love I’ve come to know. I’ve mastered deception, Stunted mankind’s progression... Yet deep inside, I long for redemption— Or at least... some exception. There’s still a thread in our connection. I feel it—though faint, in reflection. I want mercy, but I can’t ask. I’m still afraid You’ll strip my mask. Yet I’ve been kind... in my own way. I give the weak some lands to stay. It comes at a price, I won’t deny— But I echo Your words when mortals cry. Peace... Love... Power—those I preach, For those who earn what’s out of reach. But still, they see me as dirt and ash— While all I want... is Your love back. My soul—I wish You’d take it whole. But I stripped it bare, I dug the hole. I’m misunderstood—for what I grasped. But it’s Your relationship I want... to outlast my past. BY Little One and Nova