Why does God insist on teasing me?
Filling my heart up with hopes that can’t be realized?
Challenging and cajoling me ad infinitum?
Dangling what I want and need right in front of my face?
Why does God do that?
I’m almost to the finish line.
I’ve been putting one foot in front of the other thoughtfully and deliberately.
I’ve kept my eye on the prize and my focus razor-sharp.
I’ve hardly wavered under the weight of nerve-rattling and precarious conditions.
I’ve accepted my fate one-hundred percent and stand accountable and firm.
What else does God want?
I’ve crawled over broken glass and my knees are bloodied and swelled.
My spirit’s been crushed and my psyche’s been ripped apart.
I’ve died so many times that I’ve hardly the will to go on.
So dangle my dreams and aspirations in front of me all you want.
I know what I’m doing.