WHERE ARE YOU GOD?

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.