Come quiet me with your love.
You promised, dear one. Where are you?
I've nothing left of contentment,
And my patience supply is run through.
I'll never face my own weakness,
Nor stand before you without shame,
For I am worth nothing alone;
My identity's found in your name.
I am your impatient warrior,
Not fighting-shy nor afraid.
I stand with my weapons unsheathed,
Unwilling to do as you bade.
You? Your instructions were clear:
“Wait in my stillness and peace.”
I don't like that method of fighting--
You bid me pray without cease.
Come quiet me in your presence,
In this restraint my spirit abhors.
Your name is my portion; I am
Restless, bloodthirsty and yours.
postscript
What do you do when you want to fight and God has you waiting patiently and prayerfully instead? Argue with Him a little I guess, then grin and bear it because His plans are so much better.