Psalm 25

an acrostic

remember that night in Tijuana when we all sang, "Thy Word"?
everyone, or enough of us, all sang off key trying to harmonize
"Make your ways known to me, Lord,"  - "Show me Thy way."
eager we all were around the firepit and under the stars
making promises we couldn't keep once we were
back in Chicago and nails in wood beams became antiquity
everywhere we went temptation followed
rather, we followed temptation

maybe You heard sincerity in our awkward harmony. Maybe you knew
everyone would figure it out. If only we'd keep singing.