Where is truth when I want it the most?
Each day I question God’s justice,
Why does he forget those who love him?
I hear amazing stories and wonder what I missed,
Where is my amazing story of victorious praise?
Why, God, when I pray do you not hear me?
God’s hand controls everything,
I know this and yet I am forgotten,
Waiting day and night for justice to be heard,
While stupidity continues to live unscathed,
His death words have no accountability,
Doing what he wants; leaving a destructive wake,
My life bears the scars of stupidity’s actions,
Humiliation is his shameful legacy,
Etched in his string of broken lives.
I will not forget God,
Even when scorn’s ugly grimace,
And, his unloving smile,
Leers at my heartache,
My broken life draws me to God’s heart,
Shared with His Beloved,
The lost love of trust,
Emerges out of the shattered mess,
His Beloved will awaken,
Unfailing love restoring life,
Always faithful to His promise.