I do not understand.
I prayed. I believed. I waited.
So why did the rains come?
Why did the storms not pass over?
Did they not see the bloody cross on my door post?
Or perhaps the first rains washed it off?
I do not understand
Yes. I am a light set on a hill
But why does the wind blow so hard?
Why does it not allow my fire to burn bright and still?
These people think they see light
But I am in Gethsemane every night
I deserve nothing
That much I know
But you promised me something
Why is my spirit tormented so?
This heart has no more tears to cry
It is one with the ocean now
Lost in the expanse of everything and nothing
This soul is weary
Affliction was never to rise a second time
But I have lost count
Why am I free from fear and still afraid?
The insufficiency is not of Your grace
It is of me
That is why I need You
Forsake me not, please
You knew of this darkness that would plague me
And still you loved me
Do I ask too much?
To feel the holes in your palms again?