Lord, I am not kind.
I do not know what love is.
My lips know the word kindness
My heart is like a sleeping student in a class room
Where the teacher stares at me with compassion, saying,
“Father, Forgive him. He does not know what he is doing.”
Lord, I have not sacrifice anything.
I have grabbed all the things in my hands.
When I pray, I did not open my palms toward you.
My face is turned red when I hear you, saying,
“Go and do likewise!”
Lord, now I am turning my back from you
I came to you with great questions
I heard all the wonderful stories
At the end of the day, however, I had to face you, saying,
“Sell all you have and give them to the poor. And follow me.”