God be willing.

God be willing the fair might say.
The ones with hope of glory.
Bound to pass me on the way as my pot is still brewing.
God be willing to power through my sails that's cold breeze pales my face to powder.
God be willing to hear this psalmless poem and take note of past alms given while others chew through the ropes of life that tie us here together.
God be willing to watch these mistakes unfold that expected loving truths untold in twist of fate for others fortune and extension of their lives fulfilling.
God be willing. God be willing.
God be willing to overlook these our misdoings or better still take action to our knowing that you are watching and we are listening to your voice. These, modern times where God is willing.