I am sick of kicking pebbles. All I ask is that You let me move mountains. These petty tasks You give me before You go leave me tired, and frustrated. From the time I was a child, I have done what You asked. Well, at least most of the time, and where is the recompence? Continually You push the envelope of my faith, knowing that I am a competitor, always pulling for the parochial underdog. All I ask is that You let me move mountains. On Sundays, and some Wednesdays, I come in, I sit down, I am moved. As I listen, my hope is renewed. I am a believer in You as always, and You get your way with me once again. Walking out I kick the pebbles and add to my plan to change the world. All I ask is that You let me move mountains.