FOR I AM ONLY HUMAN.

For I am only human,
It was never my choice
To crush a mountain or drain the sea,
I may not see the facts laid for me,
Being blinded by sight,
It was never the sort of pain I hoped,
Dearly hoped to overcome,
But the sort of pain I knew I couldn’t,
No matter how strong the determination,
Nor the encouragement,
And when God becomes the matter of question,
I understand,
Truly understand that
Prayers are meant to be answered
But not all,
And His time will never be of mine,
Leaving me, a human,
To make believe that mountains could be crushed
And seas could be drained,
No matter,
I am still a human,
Weak but made strong in He,
Who loves, cares, and understands,
But as the hands move from one point to another,
I see my treasures whether from sweat and pain
Hurt or shame,
Swept away,
As though to say
That they aren’t mine though they seem to be,
And I wonder why prayers,
Yes, prayers,
Are answered not to the benefits
Of the seen,
But to the unseen,
However, I am still human,
Having no choice but to be obedient,
Standing beneath the hands of He Who holds the earth.