Disgraced

I repulse myself,
To think of all this time,
Wasted on the flesh.

That in the end,
'Twas selfishness and sin,
That I gave my very best.

Who am I to know You?
To even speak Your name?
To ever see Your face?

And what of my,
Self made mockery,
Even the world would not embrace?

I want to say I love You;
But love would not betray.
No, love would never act this way,