Think of the times

I’ve wanted you

To do my will,

And then you

Found another way.

Add up all the hours

Wasted after your path

Led only back to the place

I started to reveal my will.

Still, I love you. Still I see

Your calling made perfect

In what for Me

Is the only thing.


Is all I need from you,

That and the willingness

To be subjected to

Your mental anguish

As your thoughts become subject

To Me.