|Where is God?
Author: writejoy PM
About questioning God and just being blidn and deaf. A poem about truthRated: Fiction K - English - Words: 461 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 09-03-05 - id: 1999699
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I look into my life within
Sadness, grief and sorrow.
I see no hope, can't smile or grin.
I feel there's no tomorrow.
I cry…wonder why?
Why, God, why?
Why do you do this to me?
I only do what you want.
I only build my life upon your rock.
I only live as you want me to.
Then why do I cry?
Why do I pain
Over things that occur
That I can not control.
I thought you loved me,
Where are you, Lord?
I cry out, yet you are silent.
Ask and it will be given to you,
Seek and you will find,
Knock and the door will be open
Because everyone who asks receives.
Where are you when I hurt, God?
Where are you in my pains?
You promised comfort, love and care.
But all I feel is agony and despair.
Your promises, aren't they true?
Don't tell me I believe in things unreal…
Day and night, we question God.
Wonder where he is, what he is doing
In the worst times of our lives.
Where is God when he promises to be there?
Where is he when loved ones die,
When people suffer,
When there seems like no hope,
When we cry out his name and there is…
But he whispers, never silent.
We are just deaf,
He is there when the sun rises,
There when the rains come.
There in a father's hug,
There when the winds blow
He is there in a friend's comfort,
He talks through His holy words.
He carries us through the burdens,
But we want straight answers,
Ignoring his pull.
We want our way
And say he does not answer.
We want what we think is best
And when it doesn't come,
We say he does not love us.
Not my will but yours be done
First the kingdom of God
I will knock, and if anyone hears,
I will come to him…
We might think God is not there
And all his promises are false hope.
When he is just waiting for us to hear
How great and awesome he really is.
For who are we to question God?
We are no one…nothing…
Like a flower that withers and dies.
We should cry…
For those not with him yet.
We should pain…
For the lost souls that will suffer so much more.
We should grief…
That we ever thought of God
As something less than who he is…
"Never will I leave you, never will I forsake you." (Hebrews 13v5)