You tell me this mess
Not of my own making
I don't understand it
I don't get to know
What caused it
How to resolve it
My love, you want to exist
To become part of my life
How can I believe it?
You feed on my belief
I feel that I'm not worthy
My worth flows from your love
Your power grows
You instantiate
My love, my glunk, my terpa
From each prayer, each meditation
Each action, each inaction
I perform in service to you
When I admit I do not know
The path becomes obvious
By logic, if not by feeling
I know I can't, but you can
I turn it over to you
That this cup pass from me1
1 Matthew 26:39, Luke 22:42
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