Think about the times
You wanted Me, sought Me,
Asked Me to do what your will
Told you was the right choice for you.
I listened to what you asked of Me.
Time passed and your perception of Me
Darkened with time and no remedy
Your mind’s eye could see.

Know I worked diligently to bring relief
To not only that asked of Me
But to your misperception of reality.
I see your need far above your ability,
In relation to past, present, eternity.
Yet you set tasks upon Me wholly
Destructive to my purpose and your need.

Hear Me. Know asked of Me is permission
To meet the atmosphere surrounding
The invitation to cure your plea.
Know when I enter, your reality is beyond
Your ability to see.
Trust Me.