trial

Ugh, what a bunch of crap
Everything is awful–from first to last.
This life could be much easier, you know?
Just give me the reigns, let me run the show.

You could take the seat behind,
And watch my awesome plan unwind.
Be sure to let me know how it feels,
To not have control but just to deal.

I’m not sure what would become of the world as a whole,
but of this I’m sure, MY satisfaction would be full!
Ah, what a thought, evil though it is
Especially at a troubled time like this.

Alas, I’m human; I’m created
You are God; You orchestrated.
You are self-sustaining and needless of me,
I, unlikewise, am meager and weak.

I know this truth and want to submit
I deeply and truly want to repent.
Desires for holiness rage within
Oh, how I long to be free from sin!

But, do you want a performance, a show?
I’m not a good actor, but I can give it a go.
Or would you rather an honest heart,
Even one that flirts with the dark?

Be gracious, O Lord, and help me see
That you have a great plan indeed.
And while it’s easy to question and shout,
By grace through faith I need not doubt.

You are for me and desire my good;
Help that at last to be understood!
In particular the fact that my good is found
Within the proper response to one so crowned.

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