Jesus, I am sorry
Jesus, I am sorry.
Jesus, I am sorry I love celebrities more than you. When I imagine you on the cross, you were there not them! They wouldn’t give a hoot about someone like me.
Jesus, I am sorry I spend more time on television than I do with you. The things that my eyes open to when I spend time with you can’t be measured, yet I keep neglecting my time with you.
Jesus, I am sorry that I only come running to you when I NEED something. I pray and roll on the floor as a needy person, but when it gets good, I no longer talk to you.
Jesus, I am sorry that I get all judgmental on people just because they are not like me. You told me not to judge anyone because we all sin.
Jesus, I am sorry because I pretend not to see that beggar, that person in need. Instead, I use my money for things that are meaningless.
Jesus, I am sorry I don’t give till it hurts, I only give when it doesn’t hurt our pocket and when I give I make noise about it.
Jesus, I am sorry I deny you sometimes just to fit in. I deny you just to feel cool among my peers, when you need me not to conform to the pattern of this world.
Jesus, I am sorry because I am all career-driven and sometimes engage in the dog-eat-dog game in order to advance my career, when you told me not to do anything to hurt the next person.
Jesus, I am sorry I filter your message and teaching to fit my sinful lifestyle and nature.
Jesus, I am sorry I question you, fret and lose faith when the going gets tough, when you need me to always look to you.
Jesus, I am sorry I have somehow made sexual immoralities, morally right.
Jesus, I am sorry that I have made money my idol, loving it more than you.
Jesus, I am sorry that I envy and hate my neighbors, when you instructed me to LOVE and even bless those who curse me.
Jesus, I am sorry I hear the Word, but deceive myself and never do what it says.
Jesus, I am sorry for the idols I create in your name.
Jesus, I am sorry for the stones I cast and the fingers I point in your name.
Jesus, I am sorry for repeatedly coming before you when I have malice against my brothers.
Jesus, I am sorry I don’t ultimately reflect you. I call myself a Christian, but I’m not exactly like you.
Forgive me, and give me a new heart.