Thoughts on a Sunday Night

When I skate, problem-free,

Life full of smiles, of glee.

I forget to speak with You then,

I put away paper and pen.

But when I go through humps

And I go through painful bumps,

A desperate cry echoes through the walls,

Frantic for someone to hear my calls.

You respond faster than the emergency hotline,

You croon, and soothe and tell me to hush,

To calm down and have no rush.

When I get worked up I snap at You,

To tell me what I’m having all this for—

Headaches that split my head in two,

And pounding for a minute or more.

But then I realize, it is but a reminder

That as I journey on, go father,

To never forget, and to stay grounded,

And to say words You long for when I see red.

I know You already know the words before

I speak to get them out. But, for

Everything they are worth, I gotta tell You:

Hear my plea, I need You.

My head and eyes are my limits, and I am

Frustrated to have to deal with this bedlam.

If it were me I’d like to be free, but You

Have other plans, though I have no clue.

So I’d jump in on this with both my feet,

I trust You enough for this gargantuan feat.

You know what to do, so I let you drive,

I’m in the passenger’s seat. I count to five.

I will always look to You, never forget You’re there—

You accompany me if I go anywhere.

Even if You know this, I’d like to tell You:

Lord, hear my plea: I need You.