Lord...it’s me, again

and I really must say

just how surprising it is

to live through each day.

I mean, here I am

starting out all anew

with a long list of items,

of things I must do.

Have you noticed,

(Well, I’m sure that you must),

that the best of my intentions

often end up as dust?

Do you smile at my efforts

at the start of each day

knowing they’ll end up

in the same unfinished way?

You know how I try

to rise up with a song

and how disappointed I am

with efforts gone wrong.

Can it be? Is that why

you have given direction

to see each new day

as my own resurrection?