Fear
trembling before You, heart racing
too fast to catch, i quake
in fear. You will not raise Your
hand to me, this i know.
to strike me would be easy,
the simple soloution,
the quick flash of pain
erasing my guilt, freeing me.
instead, Your hand gently
cups my chin
raising my face;
my gaze intersecting the
disappointment in Your eyes
and i cringe
from the harshest punishment
i have ever known.