Oh God, I feel like my life is on hold,
like I have been waiting for your answer for years.

I look at these boxes still to unpack
Piles of papers to organize, things to put away
things that have no place
I long to settle but I feel like the ground is only shifting sand
where my roots cannot take hold.

I know you have the money God
I know there is boat-loads out there
Can't you spare us a few nickels and dimes?
A drop in the bucket of your economy.
Please God, open your cash-box
Give us not too much, but just enough to keep us here

I will trust in you, I will cling to you,
and wait for abundance to fall like
bounty from your table.