Oh Lord, avert your eyes from my gaze! For I am like them who take the wide, easy path I am nothing but a goat covered in sheepskin, just like my herd But we graze upon Your grass anyway My ribs start to crack under the weight of the loss of His Son while the small-group leader quotes Proverbs 31 with coffee breath and someone else’s wife in his phone I’ve tasted the same apple core still stuck between my teeth and He still says “Come to me”