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August 16, 1984



I cried out, "God, it isn't fair!

I worked so hard for You!"

He groaned, "Oh, please forgive them,

For they know not what they do!"

I said, "I tried my very best,

But it never was enough."

Then, "Pray for them who use you,"

Was His firm yet clear rebuff.

I said, "But what about ME, Lord?

I have not one friend left."

He said, "I'll never leave you,"

And, "I'll bring you to Myself."

So here I stand without a plea,

My ignorance no excuse.

My orders are written in the scars on His hands,

And my Captain and I have a truce.