You preach like you know,

as if your hands are anywhere big enough

to hold everything, to hold it all,

because you think you should, your back against the wall.

But it’s not all for you, you know.

But even that, you don’t know and you preach like you do

and you can’t understand what or why,

and you can’t possibly see

that I’m asking for serenity

to take all you rage

and to understand and accept the things I cannot change,

and to follow His plan

with the courage to change the things I can.

And even though I know you have no preference,

I’d like the wisdom to know the difference.