My grandmother always told me to not forget To pray When I lie down for the night, And when I awake.
"Thank him," she says, But what if I need to plead, Like God, please point, Please lead.
Lately my chest has been Heavy, hurting As if something's knocking and breaking in - Maybe my anxiety trying to find a permanent home
How do you shut a door that flung itself open Without your approval? How do you properly thank God When your words are no longer found easily out in the open?
"When you wake up, don't forget to thank Him," she'd say And I'll never know If it was my instinct to knock the conversation down Or the desire within me when I'd nod my head sure Knowing **** well that my first thoughts in the morning Are always enveloped in being anxious and unsure.