You built Earth below the neat place I call Home
And the hot sun is so cold beneath your throne,
Yet your degree is sub-zero cooler than an ice
I know and I agree; I can’t look at You in the eyes:
But this faith I have; must it always be blind?
…My soul is unrest; and mystery is unkind.
These scattered puzzle; to me is unwind
Human knows; righteousness is hard to find,
Especially when hardship cries and hails
So I humbly plead; Just let me Inhale:
Let me inhale your miraculous Exhale…
Stand close to me, for these enemies are whales.
