I am a criminal and a law-breaker. I have displayed disdain for what is good. My words are not here to defend me, but to expose me. I have shown utter contempt for cleanliness, and thrown myself into filth. The slime is slippery. The grime is sticky. I yearn to climb out of this unwholesomeness. Yet how do I accomplish such a feat? I am not Achilles, nor be I Alexander. I am Johnston, small and insignificant. I wish for fresh air and the cleansing light. I want to lean on the strength of the Lord. Father, please help me so. Teach me so.
Johnston
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