Dear Heavenly Father
Who is in Outer Space,
Why is it that you mock me
With your Holy Grace?

You have me to suffer
The pain of Mortal Death,
Then leave me on the roadside,
To return to this mess.

I have waited and I've prayed
For the day that I would die,
I have suffered the pain of it
So, Dear God, why?

Why am I still here
And suffering some more?
I am standing here with nothing
Knocking on your door.

Things just don't seem right
This is not like you!
My brain must be malfunctioning,
I am so very confused!

I don't understand
Why my kids' home is gone.
What is it, Dear Lord?
What have I done so wrong?!

My door was always open
To everyone in need.
I was helping the less fortunate.
I was doing a good deed!

What in this Earthly Life
Am I supposed to do?
What work or what purpose
Can I accomplish for You?

I stand here, my soul naked,
Still knocking on your door.
Wishing with my everything
That I would just rot through the floor.

I am so very tired.
There's no drive left in me.
I want to return home,
To where my brain is worry free!

I want to return back,
To the place that I've come from.
With the living of my life?
In This World, I am done!

I know that these thoughts
Are extremely self centered,
But just look at the life with You
That I could have entered!

I feel I've got a purpose,
Or a job that I MUST do!
but Lord, can we please hurry?
I'd rather be Home with You!!

AMEN