I'm losing my patience with life.
Sand is slipping through my hands
down to the ground upon my feet,
Sobbing and shaking I stand
frightened to move from the grounds pleat,
A gift I had been wasting
as I watched it slip from my grasp,
While others had been tasting
of many fruits I watched go past,
There I stood truly confused
"he" found his fruit and clout with haste,
To my Self and God I mused
how could he be so skilled and graced,
As I felt the tears ensue
as the gift had slipped and it fell,
I knew not what "I" should do
whereas they knew only too well,
As I plead with God "show me"
to not let this gift go to waste,
I find myself in envy
and worship of he with self skill and grace.
down to the ground upon my feet,
Sobbing and shaking I stand
frightened to move from the grounds pleat,
A gift I had been wasting
as I watched it slip from my grasp,
While others had been tasting
of many fruits I watched go past,
There I stood truly confused
"he" found his fruit and clout with haste,
To my Self and God I mused
how could he be so skilled and graced,
As I felt the tears ensue
as the gift had slipped and it fell,
I knew not what "I" should do
whereas they knew only too well,
As I plead with God "show me"
to not let this gift go to waste,
I find myself in envy
and worship of he with self skill and grace.