The Likes of Me

God has not time
for the likes of me.
He is too busy tending his flock
the stupid sheep who follow each other right over the cliff.
But what if I should be tempted
to jump off that cliff?
Then what?
Would he then find time
for the likes of me?
If my soul falls
rotten to the floor
will He come to save it?
Would He pin it back onto my useless body
so I can wear it like a cause
no one wants to fight for?
No, God has not time
for the likes of me;
always challenging, defying,
demanding answers as if I alone deserve one!
So I struggle;
fighting myself,
fighting the world,
waiting my turn for when He might have time
for the likes of me.