Questions
How many times have I tried to remember,
and I tend to forget?
How long have I been the pretender,
- since the day that we’ve met?
Will the grass now grow greener,
since I’ve wet the earth?
Will your heart now become leaner,
having established my worth?
Will my questions be answered
by God’s quiet grace?
Or will my doubts
be reflected
right back to my face?
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