to You, with hope

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