What I did was wrong, but perhaps there's some good in it;

Why do you think it was wrong?

What I did was wrong, but perhaps there's some good in it;

Why do you guys gang up on me?

What I did was wrong, but perhaps there's some good in it;

Why does it seem as though I'm punished for it?

What I did was wrong, but perhaps there's some good in it;

Why should I believe you and do what you say?

What I did was wrong, but perhaps there's some good in it;

Why should I listen to you and get convicted?

But that's what You did -- Convict.

I've been running away in rebellion against myself, against the leadership and against God. Ironically the more I run away from God, the more I ask God to bring me to a point of confrontation where I'm forced not to run. And boy, He did, only in a much gentler fashion, one that's worthy of a gentlemanly father.

You confronted me with songs in my playlist and the messages that seemed to respond to my desires, they were all signs of you pursuing me before I even wanted to pursue you. And now I recall you telling Nathanael that you saw him before he became your disciple. God, you've been pursuing me all this while and only now do I see your sweet, gentle and patient love for me.

Like a Father, you loved me despite my failures.

Like a teacher, you taught me many lessons.

Like a mentor, you guided my footsteps and counselled me.

Like a jealous lover, you pursued me and kept me.

Like God... no,

YOU ARE GOD.