Like a dog
At an empty water dish,
Parched,
That’s me,
So terribly thirsty
For God.
My soul is dehydrated,
Chapped and cracked,
Empty of God —
The bubbling,
Refreshing,
Life-giving God.
Where can I go
To drink of God?
I’ve been crying a lot.
Tears for breakfast.
Tears for lunch.
Tears for dinner.
There seems to be no end to them.
People ask me,
“Where did your God go,
Leaving you like this?”
As I cry myself empty
To God,
I remember this:
Going to church,
Feeling his presence,
Singing my heart out,
Surrounded by worshipers
Reaching for heaven
On the tips of our toes.
So, my soul,
Why have you curled up
Into a knees-to-the-chest ball?
Why so dark,
So depressed?
Turn your thoughts back
To God.
I will get back to that place
Of praise.
I will worship my Savior again,
My God again.
I have gone so deep
Into my dark thoughts,
I need to think about something else,
About someone else,
About God.
My soul needs to scale
The highest mountain peaks
To get a glimpse of God.
But I am drowning
In a chaotic ocean.
I am pounded by your waterfall
Torrents
Crashing down on me.
I am tumbled by wave
After breaking wave
And swept out to sea.
OK, stop.
Breathe this in.
Yahweh loves me all day long.
At night,
He sings me to sleep.
My life has become
One long prayer
To God.
God is the concrete foundation
My life is built on.
So, I say to him,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why do you let me cry
So much?
Why do you let the haters
Bully me?”
My body is falling apart.
I’m the toy of haters
Who taunt,
“Where did your God go,
Leaving you like this?”
So, my soul,
Why have you curled up
Into a knees-to-the-chest ball?
Why so dark,
So depressed?
Turn your thoughts back
To God.
I will get back to that place
Of praise.
I will worship my Savior again,
My God again.