I Myself am Not

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Today you chose to ask me for some sage advice,
You had a big decision; didn’t want to roll the dice.
I get it, too, I understand. I’ve been there before.
There was too much at stake to simply pick a door.

I started with my opinion, so logical and sure,
But you were still uncertain, you didn’t take the lure.
Then I remembered something, I should have thought of first:
“Oh, yeah!” God has something to do with those on Earth.

I said that you should have faith, that it would be alright,
God has given wisdom before, He’d give you some tonight.
But at this advice you were unfazed, so much so I was shocked,
Until I realized with shame, that I seemed as one who mocked.

Why should you trust in God, with a dilemma so very dire,
When I trust no one but myself? (I make myself a liar)
My heart is now inside my throat, my tears are still and hot,
For what I hoped to instill in you, I, myself, am NOT.

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