I confess sometimes I like to talk back to God
As if I could tell him what to do or not
Sometimes I like to treat him as an equal
Not because we are but because
He is that understanding that
Compassionate with my impertinence
And not at all defensive taking it for granted
If I complain or interrupt
Something he's about to tell me
I think I already know
We have a beggar's bargain
To cry on one another's shoulder
To share everything together
Even his wisdom for my chagrin
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