I try so hard to do the right thing
My trials are a painful, high winds
Rocking my ship amongst heavy drifts
As rays of sun burst through the clouds
Your light is upon me through the rifts
I just want to walk away
This wasn’t the plan I had
My heart is stone, a dead weight
A wall, blocking the flood of love
Your Son took my place, my fate
I sit, whining and complaining
Frustrated in this stupid poem
Just words of my self pity at a loss
A registered thought occurs
Where is my joy, is it with the Cross?
O Father! Have mercy on me!
For I know I wasn’t the one forsaken
Yet, sinfully, I’m impatient to your will
Death on the Cross, Your love for us!!
My life is the craft of your skill
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