You made the world,

And I feel like it’s against me.

Masses of people,

Yet I still feel so empty.

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You gave me anger,

Indolence, envy,

Doubt, and self-loathing;

My burdens are heavy.

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You gave me two hands,

To touch and to feel,

But I use them to strike,

Strangle, and steal.

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I know You might love me,

But I’m numb; I can’t feel.

I just ask for a sign,

Please. Please show me You’re real.

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I made the world,

You can see Me all around you.

In the midst of the chaos,

I reached out and found you.

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I gave you my peace,

My grace and My love.

In the midst of your shortcomings,

These things are enough.

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I gave you two hands,

Clasp them in prayer,

Be still and know,

I will always be here