Psalms

This post actually has nothing to do with Europe. I was looking through an old composition notebook from last summer tonight and found a poem I had written. The nice thing about writing spontaneous psalms is that they don't require extensive outlining or a Thesaurus, and rarely have to be edited. This is a prayer that questions the ways we pray:

Praise the LORD, O my soul.
Remember him in your time of need.

I pray to my God from the depths of confusion,
In the valley of disbelief I call on my Answer.
What advice can man give to the Almighty,
Or what can I ask the LORD to do that he has not already done?
His Will is perfect and active:
How can I ask, "Thy will be done" when it alredy is?
For whom can I ask protection that the LORD has not alredy seen?
Whose plea can I raise that Omnipotent God has not already heard?
The LORD's eyes are everywhere,
The Watcher sees all pain.
He knows my inmost desires and troubles,
Every man he knows better than the man knows himself.
The LORD's plan is perfect.
Submit me to your will, O LORD,
and finish what you have begun.