Lord,

Here I am again. I'm sure you must be tired
Of hearing complaints from a truly errant child.

I wish I had all the answers, for then I'd never complain.
I'd feel buoyant contentment forever within my hollow brain.

I'm sure if I knew of all Your plans, I'd tire of seeking You.
'Tis best I whine, complain, then seek an errant trail or two.

For its then I learn You love me just the way I am.
In spite of all my struggles and latest unsightly jam.

For when I want the answers I have to talk to You
And find You love me simply because You wanted to.

And when I know You love me, trust comes just in time
The man I've searched for always will prove again He's mine.