Mirame

You see me and know me.
You know my thoughts altogether.
You help me and guide me.
You are good to me even though I gripe and complain
You hold me together
You are patient with me though I plead and plead for you to hasten the day
You love me why I do not know in myself I see no good thing but what You have worked within
Today I struggle my God with the same thing I wish I could desecrate it by smearing it with...and burning it, yet I cannot do it because it is not a bad thing it is a good thing...