Confession: I have had an issue with Mother Mary

The night that Jesus took me
Firmly by the hand
He pulled me with my bitterness
Across the sinking sand
And as I fought and screamed aloud
His hands would grip me tighter
He pulled me over rocks and dirt
Through pointed thorns and briars
Shouting out, “My God please stop!”
“I can’t stand it any longer!”
“Why would you do this thing to me?”
His grip got only stronger
His stride had gotten quicker
And I couldn’t keep the pace
I fell down on my knees again
As tears poured down my face
Then finally He stopped and then
He gently let me go
I stood up with my broken heart
I simply had to know
Then my God reached out to me
And turned my head around
For everything behind me
Was now burning to the ground
“I’ve come to save you once again,
But how easy it would it be?”
“If you left behind your bitterness
and simply walked with Me”