Lord, words fail me. The supplications from this frail me, trail me, cus my life is flailing like it reads Braille, see my life bales in the light of your Holy Grail and my life’s sail gets capsized in your Holy Gale. Now I know my cap size pales next to you, but I just wanna have my naptimes next to you and have you explain my life’s map I’m blessed to view, cus I know so much less than you. A God who’s so immense to view, I must look like a mess to you when you see the mess I am, so thank you for the Messiah and I confess I am stressed, being dressed in this sinful condition, trying not to let it affect my disposition. But I always seem to end up in this position: on my knees, dwelling on my needs, clasping my hands ‘til they’re swelling from my pleas, always wryting, always telling to appease my shortcomings that tower over me and flower under me. So I sometimes cower under thee or bow in wonder before your throne, so glad you’ve taken me for your own. You loaned me this pencil so I could be led, lent me a pen to see this youth ink what you think. Constantly use ink like a blue shrink to counteract what more than a few think. When they view me, they wonder why’d you make a misfit, they always diss this Mister who can’t seem to make a Miss fit. Or those who like how I script wit that can tour man as well as lure man, so I’m often seen as a poor man’s Langston Hughes, when I’m really a poor man who gets angst from blues ‘cause my life is a full glass and I’d much rather pour than feel like I’ve drank some booze. So I thank you for filling in my blanks with truths that often spank and bruise me, but you’ve promised that you’ll never lose me, no matter what my race or hues be. I just pray that you’ll always use me. Fuse me with thy Word so the World can’t confuse me. Re-fuse me with my words cus this world I’m in’s refused me and abused me, but not how they abused thee, Jesus, my nailed and bound hero. You saved me when my life was just like ground zero, so my prayers are like dialing 9-1-1, or when you pound zero to hear what the operator will say then. So please take my life and make me your light, so it’s you I’ll be like, in Jesus name, amen.