A Prayer to God

Here I stand, broken.
God, I am perplexed
By what it means to be "alive"
In a state such as this.

Endurance takes on a whole new meaning.
God, the ongoing birage of trials
Have left me at a loss for words.
My resolve is wearing thin.

The word LwhyL wants to spew from my mouth
and take aim at you, God - my God,
looking for answers and an understanding.
Is this, a grasp of the absurd, what I need?

But, instead, you scoop me up, broken bits and all.
Your grace-filled hands mend the broken me.
Sometimes, I wonder, "How many times can I ask You to pick me up?"
I break, You mend.

I am so loved.

-Jess.