Somehow

I don't know how to do what You ask me to do.
The harder I try the harder it gets.
It doesn't look the way I think it should.
It doesn't work quite the right way.
How can You be pleased with what I've created?
But somehow You are.

Even though it's so much easier
to sit back and do nothing
to complain and do nothing
to allow life to pass me by
How can You be pleased with the lessons I'm learning?
But somehow You are.

Delving into the intoxicating lifestyle
of the fast lane
to feel something, anything other than what I feel
to lose responsibility, to not care
what happens.
How can You be pleased with me?
But somehow You are.


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Shawn Murray