Lament

I cry because I can't get it right. All of my efforts to live any sort of example seem to be useless.
I cry because I often teach integrity from a rotten soul and discipline from an undisciplined wasteland.
I cry because I am three things: husband, father, and minister...and yet such a poor excuse of all three.
I cry from fear, that any product resulting from my life may indeed be a duplicate of what I am.
I cry because in all problems, I lack the confidence to start making them better, and if I do start I cannot see the end.
I cry out of the status quo being I have become in the midst of knowing there is so much more.
I cry because I cannot save myself.