O Lord, You hold back storms I never see,
and shield me from snares I never knew.
For the mercies I cannot name,
teach me to thank You still.
I confess—my heart grows bitter
when doors slam shut before me.
I wonder why others rise on wings
while I stumble with clipped feathers.
Am I envious, Lord? Perhaps.
But I place this envy in Your hands—
burn it away, lest it consume me.
For I know, O God,
that the cruelest gift is unchecked desire,
and the harshest answer is “yes” without wisdom.
Do not give me my ruin dressed as blessing,
but only what my soul can bear.
Though my faith feels fragile,
though I wrestle with Your silence,
still I leave room for You—
the Living God of infinite wisdom and love—
to write a story beyond my own imagining.
Hold me, Lord, in the tension of trust.
And when I do not understand,
be my portion, my hidden mercy,
my better answer than all my prayers.
Amen.
