Miserable

It's no use being miserable
If things don't go your way
You asked Him for His guiding hand
To keep the dark at bay
Like a child, you're playing up
Your tantrums are so sad
You've thrown your teddy out the pram
How did things get so bad?

Perhaps you got complacent
Off the path you wandered
Left your armour on the floor
Relationship was squandered
Now you've reaped what you have sown
Resulting in this mess
Quickly, run back to His arms
His love will do the rest.