Prayer #4

Father, forgive my stubbornness, my presumptuousness, my irreverence, my ingratitude. It was never my intention to take Your love for granted, or ignore Your presence. You’ve been good to me, but I wanted more of I know not what. I’d set my eyes on a distant point of this map I drew when I felt You weren’t looking. It’s a brilliant plan, if I do say so myself. But you pointed out a flaw to me; it takes away Your glory, whilst assuming Your presence. You didn’t laugh to my hearing, but I felt the trembling anyway.

Father, I’ve gotten a glimpse of Your plan for me, but it’s got a lot of redacted lines, entire sections are blurred into inscrutability. As thrilling as this may seem, curiousity gets my mind in a bind, and anxiety gets my heart in a knot, because every legible line reads like a cliffhanger. You know I trust You Father, and I know I don’t always act like I do trust You; Please help me work on that; But sometimes, sometimes I just need You to tell me clearly that everything will be alright.

Thank you Father, for a wonderful day and a glorious future. I don’t say this to flaunt my faith, but to take a hold of Your faithfulness.

‘Friend’

I had this friend who ‘attacked’ me.
He touched my bottom line,
Then dug deeper.
Desperate,
I lashed out,
Breaking my facade of calm.
It was sad,
I felt within so bad.
Is he glad?
For pushing me over the edge,
And driving-in this wedge?
I’m not pleased
To walk over his ‘feelings’ while saying ‘please’.
I know this blade I hold,
Isn’t meant for severing the bonds we have.
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