Thy Will Be Done

Depressed, suppressed,

Yet, smile emerges

Like a weed

In manicured lawn.

I don't belong.

I know this well.

But, I offer

Solace when

It's the hardest;

Comfort when

 I need rest.

Loving when

Most undeserved

Ask prayers.

Trusting God

To save my soul,

And, souls of others.

When all is said,

Your will be done.