Good Morning, God

Good morning, God; It’s just me Asking for your helping hand, With hope that you will hear my plea And fully understand That I have never been a man With a faith beyond compare; Always doubting your higher plan For it only seemed unfair. And unfair it is; it strikes a chord, Watching lives that you forsake; Simple pieces upon your board; Your game of loss and ache. But in the wake of this new day I sit here and supplicate. With hope that you will find a way And choose to not negate The beauty of his waning smile, Gentle beating of his heart, Strength to face your every trial Right from the very start. I pray to you in this hour Despite a faith depleted To depart your ivory tower And fix the life you cheated.