Learning to Be a Child, 3.

i think, maybe... i think, He forgives me,
for squirming and not being still.
for being a child.
for not knowing:

ah, Lord GOD!  

behold, I do not know...
for I am only a youth. 

but He does not excuse me:

do not be dismayed
lest I dismay you

neither does He leave me without help:

behold, I make you this day
a fortified city, an iron pillar, and bronze walls...

I am with you, declares the LORD, to deliver you.

can i not be dismayed? this day?

can i not be fortified to obey?

have i not already been?

then how?
when?

why?

i didn't wanna answer Him

i wanted Him to answer me

so. many. question marks.
how unbecoming,

for only a child.