Prayer Of The Wavering
Be patient Lord, though arrogantly we stride,
Blinded to the pitfalls of so false a pride.
Forgive us Lord, for ignoring proper chide,
Entering into carnal doors open wide.
So obvious that somehow we've missed access,
Detoured through the world's secular choices,
To find us stranded in life's deep wilderness,
Oh God, take our dismays, lift our transgresses.
We've condoned our mistakes with little disgust,