Father, why do You feel so far,
When I know You are so close?
Why does this trouble look so overwhelming,
When I know that nothing is beyond You?
Why do I feel so down Lord,
When I know You’ve got such good and perfect plans for me?
Why, oh why, do I cry out so much,
When I know You’ve borne all my shame and distress?
Beauty, they say, lies in the eyes of the beholder.
What do you see when you look at me?
What do I see when I look at you?
What do we see when we look at ourselves?
“Oftentimes, the Word of God takes us to the depths of distress and keeps us sane, but I, like many others, prefer He take us to the heights of joy, and keep us humble. Balanced diet, guys…balanced diet.” – Makafui.
The voices are here again;
And these are not the friendly kind;
Not the ones that laugh at the jokes only I understand;
Not the ones I argue with about which color shoes match with color suit;
Or ask where I left my keys last night;
Not the ones that tell me to get my backside off the bed and into the shower;
Those voices can be irritating, but I know they mean well.
“The closer we get to God, the clearer the realization of how vulnerable we truly were.” – Makafui.
I had this friend who ‘attacked’ me.
He touched my bottom line,
Then dug deeper.
I lashed out,
Breaking my facade of calm.
It was sad,
I felt within so bad.
Is he glad?
For pushing me over the edge,
And driving-in this wedge?
I’m not pleased
To walk over his ‘feelings’ while saying ‘please’.
I know this blade I hold,
Isn’t meant for severing the bonds we have.
In the presence of the Lord is fullness of joy;
Indeed, in His house we find gladness and liberty;
We gather before the throne of the Almighty;
And bow in worship, not in shame to our Liberator;
With purpose, and the aim to glorify the Creator.