My Nervous Prayer
Okay God,
what do I do now?
I've prayed and rebuked, but the feelings of everything cloud my mind.
It's not that I don't try, I won't lie, I do try...
But, peace never seems to pass me by.
Is it that I'm not a saint, whose words fake and mind not blank.
Where are you as I trot and sob?
Wait, you are carrying me through my troubles...
Clearly, you can do your job well
enough for me to tell that you have saved my soul from hell.
But, with your everlasting grace, can you help me in this hard place?
Of course, you can... my doubt has been displaced.
~Amen
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