Ask and it shall be given

I race to touch
Every
Single
Thing
In God's store.

My eyes are bigger than my stomach,
My watch, my wallet, my brain.

Lord help me.
I am Your child.

Sit me down and explain to me
My options
Like I do for my six year olds.

Make me look at Your face
To be sure I listen.

Smile and let me make my choices
That send me
Careening down the straight and narrow path.

Your love catches me
Wherever I land.
Your grace rolls its eyes,
Prepared to repeat it again in whole
Tomorrow.