Sometimes God must get busy.
Their cries are only a bother.
Perhaps I’ve caught you at a bad time.
Really God, I know how that goes.
Really, I know how that goes.
I get so wrapped up in my own affairs
I haven’t time for the problems of others.
Why must they call to me now?
Can’t they see I have cries of my own?
Really God, I know how it goes.
Perhaps I don’t deserve your ear.
Perhaps I should find my own way.
Maybe you’re just busy.
svh
2/12/96
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