I know you are there, watching
and waiting on me.
To read my Bible filled with thou's and thee's
but my heart is heavy with the pleas...crying out if you may.
Whining about the day and what others have to say.

I'm tired, Lord... don't you see?
There are a million reasons bothering me.

I'm but a breath, tinkering at the dust.
If you must, spare me the weight of tears
from my fears.

Why get myself into a rut...
Though life is but a dream?

I must think that life is all about me.
I digress, for I am a mess.

Yet, fearfully and wonderfully made...
it is your image, in this I take no shame.

It's going to be a beautiful day...
despite trouble's little laughing game.




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