REPLY

REPLY

SPEAK LORD!
CANT YOU HELP ME?
I LAY AWAKE AT NIGHT AND CONTEMPLATE PAST LOVERS— OH SO MANY
TO NAME—TO PLACE—TO DATE THE TIMES AND PLACES
WE MET UP, HOOKED UP, GOT FED UP…
THEN BROKE UP

OH…ABBA FATHER.  SPEAK LORD!
HEAR MY CRY!
SO TIRED OF BEING TIRED OF WAITING
                                      TIRED OF STALLING
                                      TIRED OF CALLING

SO MYSTERIOUS IS YOUR REPLY
                                      YOUR WILL
                                      YOUR WAY

SO SICK OF BEING SICK FROM WORRY
                                  SICK OF PAIN
                                  SICK OF CALLING

STERN AND FIRM IS YOUR REPLY
                                      YOUR WILL
                                      YOUR WAY 

Yes Lord…not my will but yours…I always screw up when using mine
Yes Lord…I’m faithful to you Jesus
                  I’m trusting in you Lord
                  IM ALSO FRUSTRATED!

A quick recap on my prayers:  “Calling for a man…
                                                  I long for true love…
                                                  Something meaningful…”

WHAT’S UP WITH THESE ANSWERS?!?!

I should RADIATE from X-Ray vision…
My ears ring from meaningless chatter…
And…why is he groping me?
IT’S THE FIRST DATE!!!

I thought I had been through enough.
Yes Lord…no more than I can bear.

I know I’ll gain from this pain
That I carry like a hiker’s knapsack—
So heavy, yet necessary.

Yes Lord…I’ll accept Your reply…
                                    Your will…
                                    Your way…

COME TO ME, ALL WHO ARE WEARY AND HEAVY-LADEN, AND I WILL GIVE YOU REST.
(Mathew 11:28)