When I feel a surge of desire
when I dismay that I may not have it,
I sit up and put my hands together in prayer.
For fear that the thing has become my idol
I pray in surrender.
For fear that I forget you're in control
I pray in submission
For fear that I forget that all I have was given
I pray in remorse.
God, do you not know what the best things are for me?
Do you not work miracles?
Is not time, the hearts of man
firmly seated in your hands?
Let me pray, then let me work
Let me trust till it leaves my grasping mind.
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