Oh God.
Are you happy with me?
Sometimes things seem so hard.
Sometimes it seems you must hate me.
I don't know why I can't be perfect.
Why do I think the way I do?
Why do I feel the way I do?
You made me human, right?
To what end did you do this?
What purpose, who's reason
Would you have me serve?
I want to be free as the birds.
Free as the breeze.
Free as the grass that grows in the wild plains.
Why does it seem sometime
to me;
You don't like me;
You'd hinder me;
You persecue me;
You try to keep me from my chosen pursuits?
Do you have a goal in mind for me
I'm not aware of?
Tell me if it is so.
Don't keep me in suspence.
I wish to do what I like doing;
The things which make me happy,
bring joy,
and pleasure.
Help me, dear God;
I ask you
with humility;
please.
John