You who live in heaven
Hear the prayers of those of us who live on earth
Who are afraid of being left by those we love
And who get hardened by the hurt
Do you remember when You lived down here where we all scrape
To find the faith to ask for daily bread?
Did You forget about us after You had flown away?
Well I memorized every word You said
Still I'm so scared, I'm holding my breath
While You're up there just playing hard to get
You who live in radiance
Hear the prayers of those of us who live in skin
We have a love that's not as patient as Yours was
Still we do love now and then
Did You ever know loneliness?
Did You ever know need?
Do You remember just how long a night can get?
When You were barely holding on
And Your friends fall asleep
And don't see the blood that's running in Your sweat
Will those who mourn be left uncomforted
While You're up there just playing hard to get?
And I know you bore our sorrows
And I know you feel our pain
And I know it would not hurt any less
Even if it could be explained
And I know that I am only lashing out
At the One who loves me most
And after I figured this, somehow All I really need to know
Is if You who live in eternity
Hear the prayers of those of us who live in time
We can't see what's ahead
And we can not get free of what we've left behind
I'm reeling from these voices that keep screaming in my ears
All the words of shame and doubt, blame and regret
I can't see how You're leading me
unless You've led me here
Where I'm lost enough to let myself be led
And so You've been here all along I guess
It's just Your ways and You are just plain hard to get.
2 comments:
I think it is hard to be a Christian sometimes. And not because of persecution. But because of doubt, and regret, and fear of moving forward. I think we all want to think that we are free in Christ, even in this life.
Perhaps we are, but we still have to put up our dukes and fight it out, everyday. And sometimes, when we stand in the corner of that ring, it looks like our opponent is God, staring back at us.
But just like Jacob wrestled with God and won, God too will allow us to stand up once again, albeit with a limp in our step.
Thank God that He's hard to get sometimes, because when we do get to Him, it makes the void that he fills with His light even more significant.
I just got the voicemail. Sorry, I'm a terrible procrastinator, left my phone in my car all night long.
Expect a call very soon.
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