Forgive me, God

I do not count my blessings, God.
Forgive me for being pissed at you.
I know misfortunes are your way
To help us find the Truth in us.
The saw that grinds against our grain,
The daily wrench that drives us nuts,
The power-bit that screws us up.
Forgive my lusting for your tools
Without the worthiness to wield.
The tools you use to keep me man.
The tools that fix your masterplan.

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