To most

This seems critical

Like it was all blown away

And I can’t get

Voices near or far

To concur on inklings

Of hope or sunrise

And I’m bewildered

In it all and knee deep

And baffled and befuddled

And I can’t trust myself

To pray or even moan

So just put me

Just put me where I

Can see again and again

That You are the God

Of dismal odds

I will cooperate

Cause You are the God

Of dismal odds