Each time I blink my eyes, I’m bored.
Begrudge the plate that’s full—disdain!
Forgive me for worshipping the same old Lord.
World turns upside down—I’m floored!
Blue skies get in the way of gray—the pain!
Each time I blink my eyes, I’m bored.
I like collecting baggage—I hoard!
Even when I’m ready to let go—I wain!
Forgive me for worshipping the same old Lord.
My cup doesn’t overflow—it’s poured!
I don’t mind being stirred—not shaken!
Each time I blink my eyes, I’m bored.
When I sought out peace—a sword!
What good is clean armor—no stain?
Forgive me for worshipping the same old Lord.
But, when I was most asleep—You roared!
The ringing in my ears—You reign!
Each time I blink my eyes, I’m bored,
Forgive me for how I worship the same old Lord.
r. ward 