To Distinguish

Father, Sometimes I wonder about saying sorry.

The amout of times that I have apologised. The overflowing cup of 'please forgive me's that I have said.Time has told me many stories about how weak I truly am...how weak the human race truly is.

Many might not think we are as such.Many have shourded themselves into fogs of arrogance, wrapped themselves in blankets of ignorance and stubborness.They assume greatness.

They build their sandcastles that face the circumstances of the forces you command.Your creations, including myself, have so many times, distorted your standard.So many times allow our own earthly viewpoint come into the way.

We are but your image. Your reflection. We are weak.Only you can make us strong.And when we fall.

Only you can pick us up.

But, who am I to yell that this is distress? Who am I to agree with my humanly perception that the life you have allowed to have is but a challenge?

Challenge.

It is a word that is in doubt. Some say its negetive. Some say its positive. Many let their opinions fall like sand into the hands of the defination.

Just like Sorry.

Is saying sorry something positive? Is it something negetive?

Should opinion really be constructed on every aspect father?What do I lack, such that I lack the power to distinguish?

To see the true rights... to percieve the real wrongs.

To understand and change. Through you.To be victorious. Through you.To run. Through you.

Father, forgive me for my earthly ponder.