I'm
doing everything I'm supposed to,
but
somehow the connection is faulty.
All I
do is see the heathen prosper,
so I'm
likin' the Psalms right now,
but
everything else seems like jibberish to me,
I'm so
surprised by how vulnerable I am,
how
angry I really am,
and how
alone I feel when you are supposed to be with me.
When
are you going to show up?
I get
tired of asking that question,
and yet
I still ask,
because
I still pray,
though
sometimes I don't know why.
Now and
again, I remind myself these days:
“Yes,
I believe in God”
But
where are you?
Do you
believe in me?
My
thoughts are nothing but lust and anger these days,
my
actions are pride, hopelessness and, sometimes hope,
but I
need more Lord.
I need
more...or I'll die.
Come
quickly.
Amen.
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