I know this isn't true, but it is sometimes how I feel . . .
I try to find You,
But You're never here,
Even when I need You,
I still shed my tears,
Because when life hurts,
I want to be Yours.
Why can't I see You?
I want to know,
If Your Word is true,
Why is it into darkness,
I am thrown?
I don't know if I should hate You,
For not being here,
Or trust You,
Because You're holding me dear.
Where are You?
Why can't I hear You?
I want to believe in You,
But is the person who loves me really You?
Am I imagining it all?
Or am I just beginning to fall?
If You hear my prayer,
Then say something to show me You Care
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