God my heart is weak,
I’m trying not to lose it.
I want to believe you’ll provide for me
But my heart is screaming, “Prove it!”
I have apparently been forgiven,
Washed all anew is that right?
Then how is it that I’m marred by my past,
Stuck with a job that in the end will not last?

I’m a little bit past angry,
Your timing really *****
How am I to pay for this wedding?
Or am I just **** out of luck?

Okay, mighty Provider,
Here it comes now, Your cue.
I have no job, my car is a wreck
And my fiancé is stressed out too.

You say not to be anxious,
But to pray about it all.
How can I trust You to catch me now,
When You’ve turned away, letting me fall.

Is it so wrong of me to trust You?
Because somehow I’m getting that vibe.
Should I simply be giving up?
Because with You I am denied.

-Marie