O God
O God
By Curtis
I still believe and always will. I believe you’ll never leave us, nor desert. They hurt; both he and she also hurt; Dear God, we need you, because we all hurt. I believe that you are there, and everywhere; but sometimes, I worry when things get worse.
I know that you feel,see, and hear the prayerful rings; you keep your promises, and never lie. I often talk to you about these things. And you know that I’m not shy.
I feel and hear you speaking in my heart; but still I ask, “Where on earth are you God?” It’s not a question of your existence, but rather, how soon will you impact or change my current situation? Many have gotten a raw deal; Dear God, they long to be healed; and I have no doubt that you are real.
Cancer, that most dreadful disease, seems to never end, and keeps showing up everywhere. My sister Nita fought gallantly, but died of cancer nearly three years ago. My friend’s wife Mary suffered long, and finally died of cancer last year. Another dear friend of mine name Joan died of cancer a few weeks ago. God, we are consoled by your grace, just to know they are all with you.
We are all praying for yet another friend, who is receiving chemo treatments.
Unless there is a miracle, another friend, fighting hard, will soon die.
Yes God. From cancer too, and many are asking, “Where are you?”
God, I know that you understand, that this is not a location question.
Someone closer to you than me, once asked the agonizing question, “Why?”
I know that you care; but please, tell me, “Where are you?”
I am your child God; so I know you are not bothered when I ask, “Where are you?”
Many have asked this question many times before. You know it’s nothing new. I know that you have not changed; so please God, do the things you use to do.
God, could you please dispatch an angel? Just give the word, and they will come rushing through. Please, take away the fears and tears, and cause us to draw near. Because of us, I’m sure you also are hurting. But O God, "Where are you?"
There’s war in the Middle East. Many are filled with hate and cannot see.
For many, there’s little hope; there’s no place to flee; so we come to thee.
There seems to be no refrain of evil falling like rain. So come now and shower upon our thirsty lands; breathe on us and take our hands: put smiles upon our faces; rain upon our dry places, and flood our empty spaces.cj10142015
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