Oh, how quickly we whine
at the faintest resemblance of discomfort
when we are inconvenienced or set back
How eagerly dissatisfaction sets in our brow
when we are told we cannot have
What we believe should be ours
And how vastly we believe
that this life was meant for our own taking,
when in actuality we have been given something
Far greater (or less) than what we deserve
How long will it take
to find contentment and
an amiable disposition in the midst of ever-changing
flaws and thorns and circumstance
Uneasiness is rooted deep within me, I won’t be dishonest
the second confrontation surfaces, my insides shake up and
my ideals crack like the autumn leaves on a paved road
I want to fix everything, and everyone around me
What a fool I must be, to ever believe that my own imperfections
will not get in the way
I want to bind up my wounds, and yours
and even when my intentions are good they
rot beneath the speculation of others,
and when I feel my thoughts carving out
craters in my mind in an attempt to uncover some
hidden solution that will smooth out the
knots and gnarls of existence
I come up empty,
always empty on my own
So I’ve gathered up my greatest inquietudes,
I’ve got plenty now but I know there will be even more soon
and I’m giving them to You
To You, I give my pride and my desire to be with out thorns,
my inability to satisfy every echoing demand,
my selfishness in the state of change,
my fears of displeasing and being displeased
Because dismissed anxiety is like a venom, it stores up in my system
and brings on symptoms that I cannot bear
I won’t discount the reality of these
unsettled situations, but I will not reduce the sovereignty
of an all-knowing God in light of my discomposure
Wake up, to the thought that response remains
the primary concern
my response to You when I am:
in pain, uneasy, at a loss for words, helpless, overwhelmed, taken under, sorrowful, dissatisfied, aggravated, distressed, disappointed, angry, or a thousand other things
let my response to You be only
praise, and I know I will fail at this but God
then there is your grace
and I know I will take it for granted but God
then there is your peace
and I know I will be anxious again but God
then there is your hand and you reach out to me
and you are present in all of my responses and lacking
and why in the world did you think of me?
And how long will it take
to recognize the veracity of Your character
and the weakness of my own,
my flaws and thorns and circumstance
How long will it take
for me to loosen my grip on this
idea of perfection found in anything
other than You
You are the only one
to save us from ourselves
Accepting This 