Is there ever an escape, dear God
From the subtle temptations
That accompany perpetual pain?

How can I avoid the clamoring thoughts
The weakness, the helplessness
The pricking irritations?

Then, dear God, there are the weary mornings
After the sleepless nights.
The disturbing fears that cling so tightly.
How can I resist the " if onlys "
When the pain pierces with such intensity?

Over and over the question "Why?" Creeps stealthily
Into the dark corners of my thoughts.
"Why this, dear God, when I long to serve you?"
Why this, when in an instant You could make me well?"

And yet, dear God, I know I must stop brooding.
I must stop badgering.
You need not explain Your eternal purpose
In terms I can understand.