These men are blemishes at your love feasts, eating with you without
the slightest qualm--shepherds who feed only themselves. They are
clouds without rain, blown along by the wind; autumn trees, without
fruit and uprooted-- twice dead. They are wild waves of the sea,
foaming up their shame; wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness
has been reserved forever.
O God, thank you for salvation through Jesus Christ. Draw me closer
to You, and help me to trust You always, especially in times of trouble.
In Christ name I pray