We work to carve our plans in stone
But all we have is chalk It smudges It washes away It is such an ephemeral substance What does purpose look like without plans I do not want a dead faith of fluffiness Why won't you let me be definite I am trying to walk well in obedience And you are making everything hazy You laugh at me It is a gentle laugh But it still irks me "Our Father --" Here we go again "Give us this day Our daily bread" I hear you But I'm still confounded Confused and frustrated "Let the little ones come to me" You would make a Paul out of me Small and knowing nothing But Christ crucified and resurrected Perhaps that's all you ever wanted from me Comments are closed.
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