You are the God of everlasting comfort
I’m a small ship just trying to stay afloat in the rough waves.
You are the rock, the gentle tides, the light that guides me.
Me?  I am insignificant compared to you.

I’m a mere speck of dust floating aimlessly around.
You are the mountains, the sea, the sky, the sun.
You are the Son.

To be mad at you?
For what?
No, no. I am too small.
Great and mighty are you.

Question you?
Maybe a little.
But I know, in my heart, the answers.
Your perfect will.
You are in control.
No, I cannot comprehend it.
No, not at all.

Who am I, to be mad at you?
A child, small, and weak.
You are the Father
You know all.

So who am I to be angry at you?
You hung on the Cross.
You hung there to save me.
You suffered the pain  - the nails, the crown of thorns.
All because of me - to give me the crown of everlasting life.
How could I ever be angry at You?

You’re amazing.
I’m just amazed.