Learning How to Lament

Hello God,
it’s me again, my Lord.

Thank you for answering the door when I knock.
This time, the eyes of my heart have been opened and I realize that I know nothing.

Thank you for the gift you’ve given me.
Free will. I appreciate it. I’ve made good use of it. But I’ve had my share. I’m not sure I want it any more.

Can I give it back, my Lord? and while we’re on the subject, will you take my pride too?

I know nothing and I need you.

I trusted my heart, how foolish was I.
You even said, “the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked, who can know it?”

I thought I knew it, but I was deceived. Little red liar. Making up stories, writing scripts, and casting my enemies in every part.

I know nothing and I need you,
oh Author and Finisher of my faith.

I trust you.