writings on life

I Look to You

Sometimes I wonder why You bother

If I’m being honest

There’s a lot wrong here

I know it’s nothing new

You’ve seen all these problems before

The greed and the hate

Injustice abounds

The scales aren’t balanced

It seems there’s no righteousness to be found

There’s doors and walls, locks for a reason

Weapons in hand, but the deadliest ones are in our mouths

A tiny speck in a blue and green planet

A place You made

A body You formed

And despite the madness I see You here

In the stillness You somehow appear

Like a thunderstorm

Wind, rain and all

I hear You call

And I can’t ignore it

The more I live the more I realize I was made for it                                                                                  

And so was everyone else

Tell me You won’t give up

Tell me You won’t go the other way

I’m undeserving but I want You to stay

My heart’s as sick as the next one

The lying business man, the homeless thief, the single mom walking the streets

And the corrupt politician

The drunkard at the bus stop

The worker frivolously chasing the money

The church lady who doesn’t know You but cleaves tightly to her tradition

The battered women

The orphan, the starving, the sick

The transgender, the foreigner, the hypocrite

Surely You won’t leave us like this

Won’t You come

I yearn to see this all made right

Would You really step into our plight

I believe Your words

Softly spoken and sometimes shouted

I don’t always know what to do about it

I will wait for You

And look to You

As I stand in the middle of the mess I’ve helped make

I’ll pick up the pieces I can of my mistakes

And try to be brave

Why do you delay

For You said You’d rescue me

And all of us – the ones who look to You

I look to You

And pray they do too

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