I Need A Miracle

I need a miracle.

I offer my most sacred pleas

only to be overlooked

by you again and again.

Am I so small your bloody hands

cannot reach me?

Could your enemy find me better

among the unbalanced threats

of hell? If I am your daughter,

listen to my burdens.

I need you on my side for

I am failing Father.

Have I served you too little?

Am I to suffer cold pews

of Sundays I remained sleeping

while navy contradictions wept

and called for you among

other navy contradictions?

Have I not always made sense

in my gray modes and treaties

minus chants and statuses?

If I am to be a common praise;

Lord, be a houseguest and

I shall find you.