I question God’s plan,
As if He’s just a man.
Wanting the answers,
God “on demand.”
I imagine He chuckles,
And ruffles up my hair.
Finding it amusing,
To question Him, I dare.
Perhaps I am His spitfire,
He had to knock a peg.
Couldn’t leave me standing,
Relying on my leg.
I don’t understand,
What I have been through.
Feeling betrayed by Him,
As though He always knew.
But now I grow wiser,
I know it’s not His choice.
It is I who failed,
To heed His calling voice.
I thought better,
Of my dinky path.
Leaving me exposed,
To life’s vengeful wrath.
So life has had,
Its chance on me.
Chewed me up,
And abandoned me.
I left wounded,
Tattered and torn,
At times wishing,
To have never been born.
But that is not,
The life I want for me.
I want it all,
To set my spirit free.
So now I make,
The fateful decision.
Fearing all the while,
To be met with derision.
Will God welcome,
Will He chastise?
As He sees through,
My self-made lies.
I offer only me,
With a simplistic plea.
Please do not scorn,
And forsaken me.
Melynda Williams
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