At Your Feet

Oh, God, I hate them
It doesn't seems to be fair for me
And now, I won't even see their face
I'm sick of it

The flick of their noses
Using contract as the weapon of death
Like they are the best person in the world
Moron...

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God, I know I leave you
I forgot that Your commandment
Has two sides of a dime
I must have relation with you

God, help me
Make me to be the your servant
Back into my humble throne
At your feet

God, don't make your design
Failed by my humanities
I believe I am not
Your broken clay

I believe in your way
And I still believe
And I need you
Oh, Lord Almighty

You sought my humilities
You pushed me until I say
I can't do anything
Until I can be flexible enough

Please do it, I won't restrain
Wake me up from my conceit
I am just your servant
And your tool

AMEN

(My Simple Last Quarter Year Prayer)