I come to you,
broken and desperate,
seeking peace for the storm within me.
I do my part,
humbly admitting my ignorance,
and ask for revelation.
But instead of responding
to my soul’s deepest need,
you instead focus on the trivial limitations
of my imperfect prayers
and answer me to my own demise.
I thought God was bigger than that.
I am a child who doesn’t know any better,
and you let me call the shots???
To answer my immature questions
with such positive enthusiasm
is completely irresponsible…
what kind of Father are you?!
How am I supposed to trust you ever again?
What is there to have faith in?
You keep pointing back at me,
but I cannot do this on my own.