Monroe Dispatch - No Struggle, No Progress

Dear Heavenly Father, don't mean to bother,

you but we need to talk

Go wake up Jesus and Job, because I was told,

they had a similar walk

The Lord will understand me, because I've been nailed to a tree,

blood dripping from my feet and hands

Like Job was tried and tested, my development has been arrested,

and much more I can not stand.

Are the clouds so dark and deep, that your eyes are unable to see,

that your child is on this cross?

It's impossible to move my legs, going around in circles with dizzy head,

what was in my hands is lost.

My will has been taken, I feel forsaken,

will I ever...