Godly Life

I beseech God
You know my thoughts. You connect with me like a long time friend.

You get me. You really understand.
You planned that I know you. You planned that I can demand a better mind.

Beseeching is bequesting. Bequesting is desiring.

I know you planned for us to be friends. For me to understand. For me to demand a better mind.

In our land I withstand the lack of legitimate questions. In your hand is where I stand. Where I ask and demand to understand. I beseech you. I beg mercy for my sins.

Its a big word to call You out by your name. Yahweh, God, Friend. You control the hilly stroll of life we call a sunny brook. A sunny stroll. And a hilly knoll.

I admire the trying times. Not so much the buying times. That life can give a soul.