Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
I hide inside my little room
and sulk in deep despair....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
My heart ripped out - then entombed
and stomped on, so unfair....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
I'm shredded up in pieces
yet no one is aware....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
My pain intense, increases -
there's nothing to compare....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
He never understands me
or hears my feeble prayer....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
Or is He busy fixing up
my heart that's in repair?
He uses tools quite bizarre -
sends rains in torrents from afar.
Storms, they pummel deep within,
beyond all hope, emotions are.
I let Him work with little room,
points He, life's path, to doom and gloom -
but says, "Believe, in Me confide.
Rest and see My flower bloom."
So push me Lord, I'll go without -
despite the storms, despite the drought.
Life's path has torn me inside-out.
A vibrant rose is so devout.
2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Titus 1:7-9 (NASB)
7 For the overseer must be above reproach as God's steward, not self-willed, not quick-tempered, not addicted to wine, not pugnacious, not fond of sordid gain,
8 but hospitable, loving what is good, sensible, just, devout, self-controlled,
9 holding fast the faithful word which is in accordance with the teaching, so that he will be able both to exhort in sound doctrine and to refute those who contradict.
Is He even there?
I hide inside my little room
and sulk in deep despair....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
My heart ripped out - then entombed
and stomped on, so unfair....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
I'm shredded up in pieces
yet no one is aware....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
My pain intense, increases -
there's nothing to compare....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
He never understands me
or hears my feeble prayer....
Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
Or is He busy fixing up
my heart that's in repair?
He uses tools quite bizarre -
sends rains in torrents from afar.
Storms, they pummel deep within,
beyond all hope, emotions are.
I let Him work with little room,
points He, life's path, to doom and gloom -
but says, "Believe, in Me confide.
Rest and see My flower bloom."
So push me Lord, I'll go without -
despite the storms, despite the drought.
Life's path has torn me inside-out.
A vibrant rose is so devout.
2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Titus 1:7-9 (NASB)
7 For the overseer must be above reproach as God's steward, not self-willed, not quick-tempered, not addicted to wine, not pugnacious, not fond of sordid gain,
8 but hospitable, loving what is good, sensible, just, devout, self-controlled,
9 holding fast the faithful word which is in accordance with the teaching, so that he will be able both to exhort in sound doctrine and to refute those who contradict.
My heart goes out to you, Louis. Life hurts sometimes. I've been praying for you. I count you a dear friend in Christ. Keep On Keepin' on.
ReplyDeleteYou've touched a lot of people with your poetry.
I've seen Jesus in you. Thank-you for sharing your heart. Your poem brought me to tears. ~ Susan -- Please keep writing your beautiful poetry.