I know for a fact that
God does not make mistakes.
So why do I feel like one? I'm
So miserable, my heart could break.
Every time I do something I think
Is being helpful, I am told
In no uncertain terms that I'm
Wrong, mean, and cold.
I did not ask for input--
I'm just trying to do the
Best I can taking care
Of my responsibilities.
I guess I'm doing everything
Wrong, to hear my family say.
Now I remember why they never
Come to visit and stay.
Lord, help me deal with the pain
I feel when they say I'm like Dad.
I never want to be like him--he could
Be so mean, and treated people bad.
You put me in this situation--
And you know what is best.
I'm trying the best I can,
But I think I'm failing your test.
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