I’ve prayed for him to come back,
But coming back wasn’t part of the plan.
I’ve prayed for the cancer to go away,
But the cancer’s plan is to stay.
I’ve prayed for some understanding,
But was too confused to see the point.
I don’t know why things happen
But they do.
I’ve prayed for you to hear me,
But you covered your ears to ignore me.
I don’t have a clue about what is going on,
But I know that there is a plan.  
So I’ll sit tight with my legs crossed,
Maybe someday all these things,
Will have to mean something?