Moving Mountains

My prayer is clamorous, “Let this cup pass.” somewhat pious, a smidgen of brass. God's Word relates how mountains were moved, waters turned back and shackles removed. Thus so I make my request to heaven “Lord, the strain is twenty-four, seven. “Lord, I can’t think in this eternal noise. “The mess, the stress, I confess, it annoys." My simple prayer, "If there's another way, some stroke of luck; take me out of this fray. God, move my mountain, can you make it flee?" Quietly His answer came; the mountain is me. He moved my cup to a much better place - And filled it full with salvation’s grace. His grace - sufficient for any event. my arrogance - feeble excuse to vent. July 10, 2022 Sponsor Edward Ibeh Contest Name Pick-A-Title, Vol 31