Fatigue

My God is only as big as I let him be and I am not gonna limit my God with my
disbelief.
My God has always, always been there for me and I am not gonna limit my God
with uncertainty.
I DON'
T HAVE MUCH! (but it might amount to a mustard seed).
I beg for miracles and then I breathe.
I scream for signs and wonders and then my heart keeps its beat.
But you’ve got to go through the fire to be refined — yeah!
There’s a huge sense of helplessness in a hopeless time…
Well, I am yours and you are mine, and we are one in a kind.
So sang the birds and the bees when I was not strong enough to sing anything;
if you care and provide for the least of these, then how much more will you
look over me?
I don’t have much, but it might amount to a mustard seed, and I’ve seen you
move mountains and command the winds and waves of the seas on a whim so much
smaller than me, singing: «God is bigger than the air I breathe; the world will leave.
And God will save the day, and all with sing my glorious. »