So I don't care.
Maybe I do?
I really don't.
Think about all the misspelled words, all the unspoken agreements.
You get misunderstood all the way.
You're telling me what I need to do, what I should do.
I'm trying to tell you what I feel, how I am.
You're daring me, asking me, telling me. Don't.
What I need is not a lecture, nor a sermon, I need the One and only.
I need something you can't give. I need Jesus.
What do you think?