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.
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