Where are you God?
God, after all the time we’ve spent together,
I never thought it would come to this-
an immense chasm carved between us,
holding the empty echoes of my prayer.
Only a tiny voice remains of my
worn-out cries, longing for you.
Where are you God, when I need you most?
Why won’t you fix my life for me?
I need you to get me out of this darkness.
I demand that you give me extended bliss.
But my demands and my desires go unheeded
and all I hear is a tender voice
whispering repeatedly, “I am with you.”
Joyce Rupp