Rest

Shaking hands
on shaking knees

and I cry out to my Lord,
"Oh God, please."

I know that He hears me
He holds me,
cradles me.

But I am an angry,
restless child,
lashing out for answers
in a broken world.

He comforts me
like the Father He is,
and I try to be calm

and fail so often.

My mind wanders and
He leads me back,
walking together on a
straighter path.

And the tears still flow,
but the crying has stopped.