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Always seeing, breathing, living
If You are the shepherd, why do You let us wander?
You are angry and we are sinful,
Tossed about in this polluted sea like dirty rags.
Our guilt carries us away like the wind,
Though it can’t be seen, it can be felt.
So much pain and heresy and sin,
This world is unbearable.
I can hardly breathe over the noise of life.
And in the desert,
And voice cries out,
“Emmanuel, God is with us.”
But where is He?
We must pull faith out of words and thin air.
Nothing physical to wrap our minds around,
Just trust in our Father.
The courage to trust…
I quiver and shake at thoughts of grief,
But I am at peace.
“Whoever lives for pleasure is dead even while she lives.”
Physical pain allows us to survive.
I have wept for pain and I have wept for love.
I give You my anguish and my ardor.
And the voice in the whirlwind sings me a lullaby.