Fill in the blanks, Lord!

Though we are incomplete,

God loves us completely.

Dieter F. Uchtdorf

Fill in the blanks, Lord, fill in the blanks!

I simply don’t love Grandma’s new guy friend Jake.

When he picks his nose and she slaps it away,

I feel my hairs swiftly racing to gray.

She laughs like he’s cute or he’s funny somehow.

And I seethingly mutter and call her a cow.

How I wish I could see what she sees in him.

Oh, please change my heart and fill it with ____________

Fill in the blanks, Lord, fill in the blanks!

I cannot forgive my fiancé Frank!

Last night when he cancelled to go out with “friends,”

I felt like our story had come to its end.

But yet I remember that glow in my heart

When he proposed in the temple carpark.

I know if you help me and fill in my heart

Once again we will ____________

Fill in the blanks, Lord, fill in the blanks!

These five-thirty mornings? They douse me with hate!

Brother Bendahhou tells terrible jokes,

So I sit there and dream of crushing his throat.

This theory of studying scriptures is great

(And I do get to sit next to cute Mary Kate),

But, Lord! I am busy! My nights are so short!

Please open me up and give me ____________

Fill in the blanks, Lord, fill in the blanks!

What should we give? What should we take?

It’s hard to see others with veils on our eyes:

We really don’t see them—just a disguise.

I know you preach love as the greatest of all,

But we’re incomplete, Lord, please ____________