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GOD, ARE YOU THERE?

By Brant W. Fowler

God, are You there?

Do You hear me,

Or am I on my own?

Do You hear my plea,

My cry in the night time?

Do You see the frustration and confusion?

Are You aware of the absence of peace in my life?

Do You know the conflict I face on a daily basis?

Is there a reason for my despair?

I face troubled times and perilous situations.

Never does a day go by I have absence from them.

Happiness is but a memory in the far reaches of my mind.

Joy? I don't recall the meaning thereof.

Peace? Ha!

Lord, do Youe when I call?

Are You there?

Things happen to me I don't understand.

Do I deserve the tragedy and emptiness my life has become?

I do Your Will and read Your Word, yet my peace comes not. My help is nowhere in sight.

Do I deserve this punishment, or is it a trial in which the end of is near?

Is my help there, but I can not see?

We face trials every day of our lives.

Jesus, is this my trial?

Is this a test to prove me; to prepare me for Your Work?

Is my help nigh?

Does my deliverance soon come?

I lack in so many areas, but Your Word says I shall not want for anything.

I have frustration and confusion, yet Your Word says these are not of You.

What am I missing?

What do I wrong?

My trust is in You, yet my answer has not come.

My faith is in Your Word, but promises are still but promises.

You say You cannot lie. . .

Your Word says the promises of God are yea and amen."

You said to ask and believe and we would receive, as long as it was according to Your Word.

I have asked. . .and believed. . .,yet I have not received.

Lord, I ask You, what shall I do?

I do not doubt You, nor do I renounce Your Word.

Tell me, Lord. . ., give me Your strength to wait.

I know You are true< Lord.

I know if there is fault it is with me.

I see Your hand in my life.

Happiness? It has begun.

Joy? Slowly, but surely.

Peace? In the midst of despair I have an inkling.

Lord, You have sent help, but it is ever so slow.

I have learned to wait upon You, and You have tested me as such.

I may forget, oh Lord, when compassed with so great a cloud of turmoil and despair.

But I know That Your Word has taught me that terror shall be far from me, and I shall be blessed.

Happiness? Im finding it more, little by little, every day.

Joy? Joy comes in the morning. I hold to that.

Peace? Your Word says peace I have, My peace I give unto you. I trust Your peace to comfort me.

Do You hear me, Lord?

Are You there?

Are my petitions heard, answered, and blessed?

Do I even have to ask?

No, I have to trust.

I trust.