They’ll come around during sunny days and see what’s in the oven
At the front windows with cliché lines and chessy smiles
Laughing and playing until thunder starts then they’re not staying
Who is fooled
We want someone to stay through greatest storms, darkest nights when we feel torn, times when we ask God why we were born, battling accusations and false images mental worn down.
God we know these are lies slamming against our house but you are our rock
Yet still a voice identical to ours asks if we’re sure the foundation we trust is sand instead
Years turn into a flip booklet of wasted time a false definition of success drives by running rampant
Confidence crushed and broken
How many miracles, how many prayers, answered and seen still asking if Jesus cares, Lord do you not care we are perishing, are you indifferent while we’re drowning, am we so hard-hearted left out to sea seeing the shore of trust disappear?
I’m supposed to be a light but I can’t get movements quite right, pants falling down shirt buttoned wrong, sing hymns in the shower then feel all alone, praying but not expecting a reply it seems like all interactions have died, are your hands folded or is this another lie, why does it feel like gravity somehow has multipled on my head?
Surely isolation isn’t the key
But even I don’t know what to do with me
Convinced everyone else can clearly see
While I’m still in first grade with kindergarten speech
Pray for your brothers and sisters.
What are you thinking about after reading this?