07. When?

When: the practice of aspiration, exasperation, and desperation, surviving through delay.

3 responses to “07. When?

  1. When?
    When will relief come?
    When will I feel your presence again?
    When will this difficulty end?
    When will better days begin?
    How long can I wait?
    How long can I hold on?
    How long will my faith endure?

    Will I be able to stand this, to withstand this?
    This: delay, sadness, frustration, not knowing.
    This: fear, worry, pressure, hurt, fury, friendlessness.
    This: Hunger, thirst, lust, obsession, depression.
    This: dissatisfaction, unfulfillment, unrest, unpeace.

    Are you listening? When will you answer?
    I used to be so sure. When will I be certain again?
    Things used to be so clear. When will clarity return?
    You used to feel so real and near.
    How long will you remain vague and distant from me?

    How long will my questions outweigh my confidence?
    When will the tide of faith and hope rise again?
    Are you there? Do you hear? Do you care?
    When will you answer?
    When?
    Can I wait until then?
    Will I be overcome with doubt and despair,
    Depleted by skepticism and cynicism,
    Defeated by disappointment and disillusionment,
    Reduced to apathy and complacency?
    What I remember, I do not see.
    What I hope for, I do not feel.
    What I need, I do not hear.
    Will it never come?
    When?
    How long?

  2. “God Is Here”

    At times our lives seem broken
    Destroyed beyond repair
    We miss the mark so often
    And can’t help but feel despair

    But God loves you, God hears you
    God cares about your pain
    God holds you in the sunshine
    And even closer in the rain

    See God cry your tears
    Feel God hold you near
    Precious child, holy child
    God is here

    Though we walk in shadow
    And get lost in the deepest night
    We know God dances in the darkness
    Just as much as in the light

    ‘Cause God loves you, God hears you
    God cares about your pain
    God holds you in the sunshine
    Holds you closer in the rain

    See God cry your tears
    Feel God hold you near
    Precious child, holy child
    God is here

    So all who thirst and hunger
    Come and have your fill
    I’ve always been beside you
    Rest assured I always will

    ‘Cause I love you, I hear you
    I care about your pain
    I’ll hold you in the sunshine
    Hold you even closer in the rain

    See me cry your tears
    Feel me hold you near
    Precious child, holy child
    I am here

    http://ephphatha-poetry.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-is-here-sara-kay.html

  3. “Hard Times”

    My Grandma’s Grandpa
    Came over across the sea
    In the boiler room of a steam ship
    On his way from Germany

    He was running from the Kaiser
    Who was putting the hammer down
    And the cries of the dying men
    Were such an awful sound
    They were such an awful sound

    Hard times
    Hard times
    Hard times made us

    And my father was a railroad man
    A mechanic, and son of the soil
    His back was busted
    And his hands were cut and sore
    His hands were cut and sore

    But he swore that hard times
    Hard times
    Hard times made us

    You know that hard times
    Hard times
    Hard times made us
    And I would not trade them all for anything

    Uncle Sam
    Well he aint no kin to me
    And what we have
    Is a crisis of authority
    Its a crisis of authority

    Hard times
    Hard times
    Hard times made us

    You know that hard times
    Hard times
    Hard times made us
    And I would not trade them all for anything

    My savior Jesus
    Went into the wilderness
    And he faced many difficulties
    As he overcame his distress

    And those forty long days of temptation
    Were breaking his spirit down
    But the Lord was with him then
    Making hope out of hopelessness
    Oh, making hope out of hopelessness

    Lord, you know that hard times
    Hard times
    Hard times made us

    You know that hard times
    Hard times
    Hard times made us
    And I would not trade them all for anything

    (music and lyrics: William Elliott Whitmore)
    (additional lyrics: Brian B. and Sara Kay)

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