Isn't it just like You

I  bend the knee,

position  hands

to worship

but,

it's bare boned and,

half-hearted,

it's skeletal and,

sparse.

My eyes, they bend away-

shifting, turning,

distracted,

divided.

Isn't it just like you,

then,

to turn things upside-down

and,

inside out,

to make it all about,

 me,

instead.

I cough out words-

you return manna.

Praise weakly proffered-

circles back as worth wrapped

and,

I'm found,

bound

by grace.