Send Me For The Worst Poem by Phineas Molale

Oh Lord! Though I am for your command
Certainly, yours in demand
Make not the roads so bright for me
So I can trip and fall, rise and see
The worst the world can be

Give me not all I desire
Deceive me now oh Holly Messiah
Let me feel those heart strains, aches and pains
Hark me back to those worst lanes
That vividly remains and still wanes

Let them all abundant, cast me away
Let them curse me over and over again
Let me not feel the joy of happiness
Fill me up with worries and nevertheless
Sorrows and doubts, confusion and all the mess

I hereby as your messenger
Request the least and as a passenger
In your boat, guide me to darkness
Wanely reveal thy guidance
And send me for the worst