God, I don’t deserve a friend like You.
You silently shoulder all of my abuse.
I beat at You sometimes; You wait
For my childish emotions to abate.
When I stutter, my resolve slips low,
When You should really say, “I told you so,”
You sing softly, smooth my hair,
Soothingly release where I’m ensnared.
Myopia: I don’t know what to pray.
I only live in yesterday.
I forget today, forget there’s a tomorrow.
I cannot pay back what I’ve borrowed.
Shalom: what is the cost of whole?
This nephesh, this breath of soul?
I forget there are more than merely days,
Silenced by Your higher ways.
At risk of discarding this current beauty,
I don’t deserve all you do for me,
But I am eternally grateful.