Look God, come and do a miracle. A big one. Heal someone. Put back together a broken family. Change somebody’s heart. Take the pain someone has been carrying for years, and carry it for them.
Do miracles God. You told us to care about this world and it hurts too much. We’ve tried so damn hard and we’ve failed. You’d better come and fix it. Carry it, God, carry all the broken promises and the sins and suffering of the world.
I’ve waffled and hemmed and hawed, I’ve apologized for you, and I’ve doubted you alot. OK, I haven’t been as loyal or steadfast as I wish I was. Carry that too. I want to be your bratty child. Actually, I am your bratty child. I know it’s true.
So come and fix it God. Because you are God. Do something now.