I have been fretting over things that God shakes his head at
Toying with faith as if it were a disappearing act;
One minute I’m full of it,
the next, I don’t exactly know the shape of it
I fret over now and tomorrow
Giving myself and God a headache.
Spoon feed myself faith,
And come up hungry again.
I have taken up all the space on my mother’s prayer sheet
And the happiness of those I love takes up all of mine.
At the end of day we’re both in God’s ears
Saying let it be
After every free speech