Where is the Lord?
Is He in His Word?
I search the scriptures for meaning,
Recite them in hope for healing.
But my feelings stay the same:
Loneliness, futility, shamed
Then I fault the King, but my faith never is blamed.
Again I ask, where is the Lord?
I look for peace where there’s naught.
Our hope seems to be a book of fiction
And old men’s diction
So what I’m about to say
Is sometimes the very way
I feel of my relationship with God
Sometimes it’s genuine,
Other times, it’s a fraud.
So I always fall on His Word,
The thing that gives me breath
Or gives me frustration,
Resulting eternal death.