why is it that we are so quick to ask but it’s so hard to receive?
I wrote this during a drought ending rainstorm – and I had the nerve
to complain about the rain.
prayin’ for rain these months gone by
skies cloud over – i wonder why
how could you force these storms on me
when you knew – i was not ready
so i call it a curse though it’s blessing
i suppose i’m trying to keep you guessing
when will i learn that i’m playing with fire
when i get burned by my desires?
you are all powerful, all places
all knowing in all ways
i am – i’m almost forgetting
you can hear me
when i pray
echoes around this cold stone place
have me chasing a dream at a snails pace
but i wash my hands of all my deeds
all cleaned up i offer you my list of needs
i find you there you hide i seek
i hope you can’t see my sincerity’s weak
a God i should praise – a God I should serve
instead i just whine, what do i deserve
on my knees this time for real
afraid to say please – for how you’d feel
