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Doubt.
Wrote this in church. I know I should have been paying attention to the funny man in the white dress, but I'm more of an agnostic than a practicing Catholic anyway. Maybe there is a God, Maybe there isn't. Who knows? I know I don't.
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Doubt
Even the Son
had time to doubt.
"Thy Will Be Done."
he said aloud,
but under his breath
escaped a question,
a futile request,
a maddening frustration.
"Why, Father?
Why must I suffer so?
A crown of swords,
and a throne of wood,
don't sound very appealing.
Must I? Must I follow your will?
Your cup is too much,
not even I can bear it.
Take it away, Father, please.
You ask too much of me."
But all his pleading,
was greeted with silence.
So with a sigh and heavy heart,
"Thy Will Be Done."
I take my cue
from the Son of Man,
why, then, must I
follow so blindly?
Why this burden, Father?
I am not your only begotten Son
to wear His crown,
to be crucified on His throne.
But like the man said,
"Thy will be done"
Is it possible
to lift me of this work?
To burden someone else,
so I don't have to drink
from the cup you offer.
But I know you're not listening
to my whining and crying.
I understand that I'm not
supposed to understand.
And so, with a heavy heart,
and a mumble of disgruntlement,
"Thy Will Be Done."
I try not to question your will, Father,
to your volitions I try to hold true.
And so, with faith in eternal reward,
and a zeal of saints, I boldy declare
"Thy Will Be Done."
I just want my paycheck
when all this is over.
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getting older but getting nowhere...
What do you mean it's last call?! I just got here!
Last edited by mR.m : 05-26-2008 at 01:08 PM.
Reason: The original was a bit too long. I took out a few lines that were a tad unnecesaary. I hope this is an improvement
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