Kyrie Eleison, Christe Eleison,
Kyrie Eleison...
(Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy,
Lord have mercy)...
These words were sung today in church
as I knelt down in prayer,
they used to be so comforting--
but now there's nothing there.
It's hard to see this as I did,
when I was but a child.
Then things were so much simpler, as
I followed meek and mild.
I believed the Lord was present
each step along the way,
but then I found out soon enough
sometimes he'd let us stray.
Our lives are mapped out so we're told,
all part of God's great plan,
but then the path just disappears,
we're left with mortal man.
I hope one day I'll understand
why life was strewn with glass,
and maybe I'll have answers as
to why I felt his wrath'
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Author Notes
Some musings while in Chapel today.
Picture from Google images.
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