You told me that after I’ve done all, to stand.

Still I’m angry when the outcome is not what I planned. 

You told me Your thoughts are higher than mine. 

Yet I think somehow my wisdom is better this time. 

You told me You’ve numbered the hairs on our heads. 

Yet I don’t see Your hand here despite what You’ve said. 

You told me that All things work together for good. 

But I question what “All” means or if You’ve misunderstood?

Or are my hubris and judgement just blinding my sight?

For who am I to tell You what’s wrong and what’s right?