i want to be a collectivist

Yahweh,
you are my patron and my patriarch.
Your shame is my shame,
my shame yours.
You drew it from me,
bore it in my place.
You were engulfed by the storm of ridicule
and wrath
that was meant to overwhelm me.
My name was picked up,
shared around,
but no longer as a watchword for sin,
but for joy,
cleaned, made whole.

You bore my shame,
don't fail me now!

I'll nag and nag and nag,
til you give me all that's due me.

You won't leave your family unfed,
isolated or alone.

So help me to trust in the honour of your name.
Help me not fear abandonment.