Prayer 4

I want what you have God,
power, glory, strength, impact.
Yes, I want to be you,
but not in a good way.
Somewhere deep inside me
I know that I can’t have it all,
be all that I want to be,
‘cause it is so not good for me
(did you plant that thought in me?)
In the end, it is all about goodness,
your goodness to me, I mean.
You know me so much better
than I can ever know myself.
I hate admitting that.
You kill my independent streak,
make me bow my knees.
It makes me feel so small,
when you decide to remind me,
that I am here today,
and like a field of hay,
cut down and gone tomorrow.
That is the way it is here,
since you are the good Creator and
I, the result of your creativity.
Then, just when I’ve resigned myself
to the fact that I don’t need
power or glory or strength,
that I can be obscure and trivial,
you reach down and lift my face
to give me little glimpses
of how I change your world
in ways I can’t imagine.
It is funny that I can do all things,
but only through your Son
who strengthens me.