God's Little Time

I get around to God, Who puts me first,
I'm very busy, what's God got to do?
He gives His best, sometimes I give my worst,
He's just beginning when my prayers are through.

I am distracted everywhere I go,
my weary words for Him are tame and terse,
my always faithful God keeps me in tow,
while He manipulates the universe.

I'm all wrapped up in my petite cacoon,
it's hard for me to see the way things are,
when searching for His sun I find the moon,
the Maker of the stars makes me His star.

O God, Who's everywhere and ever there,
at least I offer You my little prayer.

                                  -- by Pete Voelz       3/06