Are You pleased?

Are You pleased when You look down from heaven
and You see me wayward and bogged down and distressed?
when You hear me pray because I have all these fears
that choke and snuff out the joy and fear of the Lord

Are You pleased by the conflicted, false heart
that makes up my offering?
I pile rubbish and ripe piles of garbage before You,
thinking their weight amounts to something noteworthy.

Are You pleased when I ponder how I can cut corners
and optimize my time with You; not giving You my full
attention, love, and care as I squander and spend time
worry about school, the future, myself, others, family.

Are You pleased when You hear me say that I struggle
to trust You and to believe that You are enough?
You know full well that You are the only One
who has proven faithful throughout all ages.

Are You pleased with me?

A resounding 'No'.

Are You pleased when I admit to my roommate
'Can we pray? I am stressed.'?
Are You pleased when I don't wait for eloquent words to come
but only pray what is on my desperate and trembling heart?
Are You pleased when I know that it is only Jesus
who makes me right with You?
who washes away my sins?
who came to this earth and suffered?
who is the holy, precious Lamb that was slain?

'Yes'.

You are pleased with Jesus. And because he took my place. You are pleased with me.