So I do the pray.

Hallowed name, kingdom of love.

Then like a rude and untaught child

An interrupting voice in me:

"Why why why, God?"

Too loud. I try to shush.

But the child has noticed the presence

And will not be made to whisper.

My worship disturbed,

I apologetically turn my mind to

Give, forgive, lead us not,

But the child is right here disrupting,

"But why why why?"

I can only cling to

Thine is the kingdom and power

As I try to console

The restless child I hold in my breast.