we are his
lord above in the heavens
shower your blessings
upon this troubled world,
we are your lowly creations
unwillingly to yield to you
still we seek your tenderness,
our faults are many and
seem to grow more with
each passing day,
still your love is infinite
and unweavering,
we look to you for all things
but there are times we seem
to want to control our
own destiny,
if only we would leave it
in your hands then we would
begin to understand,
we are your creation
selfish and self-absored
trying to gain whatever
we can that we think will
make us happy,
when all we truly need to
do is leave it all to you!
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