Angry

I have allowed myself to be censored. I have cared too much for the opinions of man. I have not loved in action and deed as I should. I have worried too much about success and not enough about truth. Real truth. I have not joyfully defended my God when I should. I have not angrily turned over tables in temples when I should have. I have played nice. I have let politics interfere with my thinking as if any government of man can fix or has ever fixed anything. I have not stood against inequity enough. I have not stood against inequality enough. I have been lazy in my pursuit of my purpose. And I have wanted to be liked. Forgive me, Lord. And I’m sure there’s more.