Can We Talk

I’m pretty sure you can take a joke, Lord
You’ve created enough of them
Presidents and kings and such
But can you take advice
Or, God forbid, criticism

Ok, how about a mild rebuff
It’s this blessing thing, Lord
I have sincerely thanked you for my many gifts
Many times, in many ways
So we’re straight, right

But what about all the other people I need to thank
The ones who lend a hand, or tease a smile
Or touch my face in the shadow of my soul
And even though there always seems to be a hook
An obligation of some kind
People run my universe

I’m talking gratitude here, Lord
Who and what am I thankful for
And how would my life have been
If it weren’t for this one or that one
You brought me to these people
But they took it upon themselves to make a difference

So what I’m saying, Lord, I would hate to give credit
Where it may not be due
May not belong to the all knowing, all creating You
It’s like I could say to a friend, you enrich my life
But is that second hand praise belonging to you

But since you have set in motion the notion of other
For your own reasons I’m sure
Just as I’m sure you never told me
At least not directly…

Oh, good heavens I give up
I just want you to know that sometimes it’s hard
To squeeze some praise that belongs to you
Into a message for a mortal who has truly made my life divine

All I’m saying, Lord