On the day God created me, he wept
Because he saw it all then.
He saw my beginning and my end.
He knew things I wouldn’t know for a long time.
Things that confused me before
But now make perfect sense.
Like when I prayed as a child--
Such a young and stupid child.
I prayed because I was supposed to,
And if I doubted that God heard,
The problem was me, and not God.
Wednesday 18th May 2022 7:04 am