(Lord) I had a change in my attitude. Back then, I would resort to extort nihilism and be rude.
I didn’t like surprise changes. Old-new news was like strangers. How could I explain it? It may be like waking up in the afternoon instead of morning. It throws me off while I’m yawning.
The old me is expressed every so often, but I want him popped off and laying in the coffin.
I must read the Bible every day, getting in line. During the day, I should put in more time to pray.
And I want to keep the habit. I’m waiting for the time to meet You, Lord. I got to have it.
Heaven or Hell. I don’t care where I go. I want to know if I can see Your face. For sure, not for show.
I used to believe in things that proved to be temporary. Now, I have better guidance. Life is far from imaginary.
I know there are people who don’t believe You. They want a sign, a miracle, and to “see” You.
And I know I’m far from off when I’m far from being condemned and (my) condemnation is in the coffin.
Six feet deep. Six feet deep? I need my sins to be buried further and eternally sleep.
All that growing up built up my character. I tried to be on Earth just as an inhabiter.
But I make moves often. I serve God, hopefully to have all my sins in a coffin.
And I’m just getting started.
Atonement, drawn 12/2010. I was inspired to draw this while in seminary. I think the letter to the Colossians was involved.