Oh Jesus
My circumstances
Were never
For my
Comfort
Your glory
Comes
My need
To be coddled
I’m not
To chase
An idol
That only
Brings
A sorrow
You carried
Because
My words
Were read
But that’s
Where it stopped
The only way
To get you
To worship
Me and not
Your selfish greed
Was to
Wreck your dreams
To give
You
Better plans
Mine
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