Thy Will Be Done, My Father

To be read aloud as spoken word:

Thy will be done, my Father
For you say let it go, Lord
I mean it's kind of hard to do
The only comfort that I'll have is
Depending solely on
You.
And I know that should be enough, God
It's certain and it's right and it's true.
But my fleshly desires are always
Crying out inside
Yearning and growling hungry and unsatisfied
And I must feed the beast that is my sinful heart
With jealousy and malice and doubt and
Pride.
So much pride that hurts as it rattles inside.
Breaking the bars that confine it and hold it still and I can feel its chill
And I have to learn to silence it so I can hear
The quiet voice that whispers over all the din
"Just trust my will."
For if I could learn to trust you, God
Ah, that'd be the day. I cry for faith, my Father
I have such little and the fear that is there tends to scare and beware the
Anger that stems from it.
I just want to know you, to see you, to touch you, feel you, be by your side
With your hand in mine and it'd all align if you'd give me a sign
Thy will be done, my Father.
For where were you, God, when the nights were long and I'd sing a song simply to myself
Because it felt like no one cared.
And the doubt that whispered "You're alone"
Lay upon my heart
Heavy as a stone and cracked open my eyes with unbelief in the form of tears.
My prayers sky rocket into the atmosphere but no one's there
To catch them at times so they fall back down and
Hit me hard to the tune of the mocker's who surround
As I'm stretched on the ground
And the wicked march on.
Thy will be done, my Father.