I've denied all of my spiritual feelings.
Never wanting those spiritual dealings.
I've fucked over others and I"ve been fucked.
Dodging destined angels--whenever they'd charge me I'd duck.
I've cheated and I've lied.
Lord--You'd tell me to add and I'd do nothing but divide.
I've gone places forbidden and was stubborn enough to keep my feelings hidden.
I didn't research You enough.
Now my closet is filled with nothing but stuff...
Stuff as in money, sex, lies, cheating--things that I keep in.
I'm just like the rest of the world- I'm chasing after sin.
I want to do right for the rest of my days.
But Lord I'm so caught up in these fucking worldly ways.
I want to rebel and wear tight shirts so my breast can show.
So guys can disrespect me and yell out, "Yo, got milk baby!"
Instead of them treating me like a respected beautiful lady.
I want my hair worn long like a video trick.
Putting lips made for praising God on a filthy ass dick!

I take advantage of going to get my manicures and pedicures from over there, but
then I use those manicured hands only once at night for prayers.
I gossip about this, that, and the other.
I talk about Tasha, Joe, and Heather.
And then I talk about you, you, and your best friend when I don't have my shit together.
I club, I drink, I dance. I do everything there is to do.
But then I take only one day out the week to send my praises on to You.

This poem could never express enough of my sins.
It seems that when I think it's over, it only just begins.
I'm nothing Lord without You in my being.
When it was nothing but darkness it was You who kept me seeing.
You kept throwing me a rope saying, "Kim, just hang on."
And you've advised me there is no time fram for praying. I can praise you from dusk until dawn.
You were there for me when others weren't around.
I started out with so many friends, but guess how many I have now.

I've come to learn that I am a queen and I will not slip away from Your faith or Your word.
And I will try not to question Your command even if it seems absurd.
Because I owe You my life and all that is in it.
Lord, I'm sorry to infinity and I'd give it all up in a minute!