Lord...it's me again

sitting and wondering

if You ever spend

time quietly pondering

the incredible mess

we’ve managed to make

of all that You give

and all that we take.

It's troubling to think

of the burden You bear

watching Your world

and how little we care

for all that is Yours

that we claim to be ours,

from splitting the atoms

to trampling Your flowers.

Are You ever tempted,

do You ever think

of turning Your back,

of letting us sink?

It's amazing to me,

this unending grace

that keeps You caring for

the whole human race.

It's a mystery to me,

a puzzle, a wonder,

that You put up with this

and not tear it asunder.

And that’s why I’m glad

that You’re You and not me,

for if I was in charge,

we wouldn’t be we.