I'm Sorry, God (Louis Toliver Jr

I'm Sorry, God (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

I am just a soul.

God, I don’t know much about you, except that I am a part of you. I will never let the world separate us even though it has tried, and is trying. Now, there was a short time we had a miscommunication and Lucifer created a wall between you and me. He sealed me inside hot darkness. I lived in darkness. Hell. There were so many lost souls around. I saw no light ahead. That was until a dark soul asked why I was shining while we stood in line, we always stood in line. But a line started to form behind me suddenly. It was then I realized that you had been shielding me with light.

I’ve never really taken the time to truly apologize for the wrong I caused rather I realized it or not. Hell is a messed-up place to be in. I’m not going there. But, you know, God, I’ve never met any harm to anyone. So, instead of letting my regret build-up, I will let my walls come down and I will shout, “I believe in God!” I may not be a role model, but I’m no demon. And Lucifer and I never hung out in hell. I’ve been a fool enough and I should know by now that you are my true guardian, my man, my woman, my hero, my saint, my love, my everything. I thank you.

Let’s celebrate you, God, by continuing to spread the good you have given us the ability to know. I swear to God if I can function today and until I die, I will always trust my gut and focus on my spirituality. Let me never forget that if I may have cast my shadow on the wrong paths, that I held you as my compass, my savior and friend.

Mountains may be high and valleys may be low, but my God is level and on I’m his path. I’ll stick the road and follow the map. No stops. No detours. No exits. I’m focused.

Amen.

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