16.12.98

At your mercy
Here I am
once again, your wayward
child with the proud heart
Glad that your mercy is
gentle
And your chastening kind.

I thought I had it all
figured out. Your plan
That something must have
gone wrong.
Something didn't go wrong
I did.

Your plan was right and
didn't fail. Your plan
was yours not mine.
And now I ask forgiveness
for my proud heart, and
thank you for your mercy.