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.
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Author Notes
Thank you, VMarguarite, for the beautiful artwork.
Trust in Divine providence is challenging.
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