My Dreams

All my poems seem to be centering around a main theme lately.

God, why are you waiting?
It's such a tiny chore
For you to feed this little boy.
But you want so much more.
My dreams are not too big, but too small.

God, I know you're able.
You just don't seem to move,
To heal this girl with crippled feet.
But yet again you prove,
My dreams are not too big, but too small.

God, where is your power?
You don't follow my plan.
My enemies are closing in.
So you became a man.
My dreams are not too big, but too small.
My God my King, my Lord, conquered all.