For Jonah

It feels like we’re under a sentence
So we must flee from God’s presence
We may think it sin
But ‘tis within
Ourselves that we struggle with absence

For it is not really God’s work
That we are trying to shirk
But the refrain
Of unresolved pain
That stabs our insides like a dirk

Lord, teach us to bear that cross
Which burns our self-alienating dross
So we can find
True peace of mind
Submitting to You as our Boss