Why Lord?

Why do you ask the impossible of mortal beings, Lord? You know we are but dust, grass that is here, and in the next, withers.

You turn and look straight at me as you did your servant Peter. I’m lost for words, both at my own heart’s conduct and Yours. Why would you, Lord? I do not understand.

I can’t do this, Lord. I cannot.  

Are you seeing this, Lord? Do you see what absolute wreck I am? I am all torn apart. I am shredded into pieces. You collect my tears, my blood-riden tears. But for what good Lord? I cannot see it. 

I collapse because my heart is weak. Why have you put this burden on me? I am only a mortal being, Lord. I am torn; I am in the valley of death. 

Read me, my Adversary and my love. Read me and see my open wounds, so that my nakedness is witnessed. You might wince, but that is all I ask for, even if you leave me forever and never want to see me again.