A Prayer At The Edge

Pain is now over the top,

and this has gone on far too long.

I'd like to cry, 'Lord, make it stop!',

but I know this would be wrong.

These words would doubt His mercy;

this plea would shade His plan,

and now, 'fore strength deserts me,

I pray, 'Make me a man

subordinate to Holy Will,

to that I may not understand;

take my fears, please, and then fill

me with willingness to hear command

and follow through unto the ending,

resolute and sure, unbending.'

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is RELY.

I once believed in self-reliance,

and of dependence had no trace,

not realizing this defiance

was a slap against God's face,

and I am really really glad

that The Dude took no offence,

for I think to make Him mad,

well, things could really get intense.

But anyhow, I came to learn

that though I can do almost anything,

the one thing I did not discern

was that beneath God's shelt'ring wing

I could from my own pride rest

and thus pass God's greatest test.

Four minutes and a bit.

Music from the soundtrack to Zulu, with Men Of Harlech

Sylvia say that Pitties never yield, either, but that they DO need ice cream breaks.