All was very different at the beginning of my journey,
I wanted to do all the work spontaneously.
There was no need for anyone to ask me,
There was no need for anyone to call me.
I was always on hand to do all kinds of work,
I dedicated myself passionately with all my effort.
The time passed, and my interest decreased,
I did not see my job as something useful and required.
I thought that there were other people to do it,
I thought I was only one more; nobody would need me.
I moved away from all work and obligations,
I sought other opportunities, other options.
Each moment, I was farther from the Lord,
With each passing day, I was more distant from His love.
My lips no longer sang His praise,
My life no long reflected His glory, splendor, and grace.
There was no difference between holy and profane,
There was no distinction between spiritual and mundane.
This poem is part of the book Words of Faith.
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