Confession

CONFESSION
CONFESSION


Once you’re left alone in your distress,
Trust the God in the sky.

Admit it to the trees in the woods,
For the woods will listen to you; in contrast to many men;
Cry your eyes out and the woods will help you.

As long as you are capable of admitting your distress to anyone to anything,
Even if it is the night, the day or a Monday;
That is how long the distress will not destroy you.
Only once you are not able to that anymore
Will the distress start to eat you up like quicksand.

That is why a church has a confessional box,
So that man can enter it
To tell what is weighing on his mind.

While being saved by his own admission and not the confession box.