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Friday, June 24, 2005

Prayer

Dear Lord,

Disoriented, perplexed, I’m at a loss.
Sometimes life to me just seems so cruel
Questions are hurled, thrown around and tossed
How? Where? When? What I said, and to whom?

I’m just doing my best to keep my head above sea
One hand can’t clap, it always takes two
But I’m not drowned by accusations at me
I know what I’ve said, I know what I do

Trust is ostensibly there, but no one believes what I say
Allegations run wild, based on accounts untrue
It’s hard not to retaliate, so Lord, teach me Your ways
Won’t risk hurting myself and others with the world’s dastardly tools

I thought it was all over when I found my new resolve
My conscience is clear and open, and I know You know it too
But I’ll keep my chin up nonetheless and let all this slide off
I don’t have to prove anything, I’ll leave my answers to You
Amen.