Whilst speaking to my Lord, after the day had passed
I discovered something disturbing about "me"
"Are you truly praying for the needs of others", he asked"
or are you praying for what you desire them to be?"
Oh yes, I'd prayed the best for all of my dearest
The best; according to my hopes and dreams
Praying of my Lord, whom I've always felt nearest
Stipulating he answer only as I deemed
The truth flashed bold, as if a streak of light
Flowing across my mind; in a word, "Relinquish"
While, in the depth of my soul, I sensed this was right
My mind struggled and considered this fallacious
How bold I'd become over the past few years
Fearlessly asking for only my goals
Again a whisper, as if from his lips to my ears
"Relinquish that which you can not control"
