I Fall on the Sword

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 Sword.

The thing that gives me breath

Or gives me frustration,

Resulting eternal death.

 

 

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