Prayer

Channel the suffering channel it channel it
make it feel better
calm it
calm it
cook it in the pot
boil it and burn it.

God -
There's a monster in the closet,
will You please kill it for me?

There are people chained and beaten,
will You set them free?

There are children in pain, abused,
will You save them?

There's a crying young woman,
will You wipe her tears away?

There's me, I have found just what I need,
will You let me stay this course?

You may not answer yes to all,
I have accepted that.
My heart and soul are Yours to guide
my future, Yours to decide.

Praise You.

I can't help the thought of sadness
that wells
and swells.
bursting and bubbling
I become reclusive and won't speak
I'll pray and hide my face.
I'll wait till I'm pulled free
and shaken awake by my sweetheart,
for she is perfect for me.

I'll die and wither
lie under the earth forever.
I'll tend the worms and
if I really have a soul, it will float away.
God will have it.

I'll stop my talking and my sorrows,
my unending apologetics
and heathenism. The faith that has
been lent to me. I have made it my own
and now I can see.
as with glasses.
sparks and shimmers
and tension relieved.

Amazing Grace.