Literature
Song of Longsuffering
Well hello God, I guess it's me.
The prodigal son returned,
Badly beaten, bruised and burned,
All the kindness in my heart's returned to dust
And now wallowing in self-pity, I find trust
Tell me just what is it that's become of us?
Did you know that I once trusted you?
I praised your every word, you know,
I had such faith but you'd never show,
So tell me where else could I go but to myself?
I turned to me and turned from you for help...
But it didn't help, I simply built me a worse hell!
And this is the conclusion I'm coming to:
That I am but me, and there are still things that I cannot do,
But I'll try trusting you...
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