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.