A poem that I found that I had written a few months ago
Why is it
the person I need most,
says He's there for me,
but yet He's so so far away?
Why is it
someone so mighty,
so powerful and huge,
has a voice that's impossible to hear?
Why is it
that when I give Him my sorrow,
and He takes it with no question,
еще comes and quickly takes its place?
Why is it
that I'm supposed to follow His command,
and do what He says,
but He won't give me directions?
Why is it
that I should believe a practical stranger loves me
when those who know me best
say that lie to my face?
Why is it
no matter how hard I fight
to stay in the light,
the dark always seems to take me prisoner?
Why is it
that I can say I'll change
but when opportunity strikes
I flee for my dear life?
Why is it
despite everything I've done wrong
He still offers me a refuge
a place I can call home?
Someone tell me
that all of this makes sense,
that my worries are useless,
and it's okay to live.
Why is it
the person I need most,
says He's there for me,
but yet He's so so far away?
Why is it
someone so mighty,
so powerful and huge,
has a voice that's impossible to hear?
Why is it
that when I give Him my sorrow,
and He takes it with no question,
еще comes and quickly takes its place?
Why is it
that I'm supposed to follow His command,
and do what He says,
but He won't give me directions?
Why is it
that I should believe a practical stranger loves me
when those who know me best
say that lie to my face?
Why is it
no matter how hard I fight
to stay in the light,
the dark always seems to take me prisoner?
Why is it
that I can say I'll change
but when opportunity strikes
I flee for my dear life?
Why is it
despite everything I've done wrong
He still offers me a refuge
a place I can call home?
Someone tell me
that all of this makes sense,
that my worries are useless,
and it's okay to live.