You know it is there,
This hunk of indescribable pain.
Questions, some claim
Faith would never give name.
That to do so acknowledges,
Admits to doubt as a foundation.
And that brings more information
To the forefront of the situation.
But, it is there.
Why do You not heal?
If not the physical needs,
Why not the spiritual misdeeds?
The emotional scars gone to the weeds?
Why isn’t faith rewarded here?
When someone clings to You,
Wraps up everything through and through,
Standing firm, standing firm on You?
Why, do You not answer?
Sometimes, I confess,
I hear the question of questions,
“What if” I’m wrong about the situation?
If You turned us out eons ago, in dissatisfaction?
Are we calling on a God unmovable,
One no longer concerned with mankind?
Does a bigger disappointment exist for You to find?
Less of a fumble in the daily grind?
Oh, it is there.
But, it is countered with
Swift flowing thoughts of awareness,
That You weave man into Your heart and press,
Your imprint on our souls with Your address.
Day is coming when no more,
Will I have reason to doubt,
Or farmers have reason to fear drought,
When all of life will bloom and sprout.
And even now,
I can point to the ugliness,
And You will guide me with gentleness,
Because You act with tenderness,
Even if You must correct me,
Prune sin from my heart’s garden,
Impress upon me I must ask Your pardon,
You do so with love not by a hand grown harden.
I will trust in You.