When the coin has two sides
And none of them seem right
When the sky is so white
That it intimidates with its might
Dear Lord, in such times let me fight
All that rambles inside me, my own plight
You gave us in ample that I did not realise
Now You take that back but I can’t criticise
The whiff of air, my valued prize
My wings and those little bags of surprise
Dear Lord, I being Your favourite child
Should not have taken it in my pride
Once more I look at You, my Lord
In askance to what will be in Your accord
For I know not now what beholds my record
Mazed & glazed, I grab the last chord
For You to break the web with Your holy sword
Because only You can give me that precious reward
I pray to You with my heart and soul
Bestow Your blessing, make me pure
Forgive me for making myself so
sore
Give me courage, strength and peace
To stand my ground stable on my feet
So that I can still be loved, like you’ve always loved me
