I own no comfort in his raised hands and holy staff.
My queries have gone unserviced far too long, and no longer can I accept his guidance.
Silence from a God upon a throne of majesty can only sadden and offend a man with a deeply tongue-tied heart.
Rejected yet again I am forced to transfer the God I loved as a child to the lower case.
As my faith whithers I uneasily place the God admired beyond measure into a rarely opened surplus drawer.
My strength diminished I regard the desolate remains of my being.
-Johnny V.
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