Dialog With Him
Dear God:
You know the thoughts of every man,
You have declared your righteousness upon this land,
And you have shown your judgment to everyone.
How long shall I live in despair?
With shattered hopes and broken dreams,
how long shall I stand in the midst of this land?
Stretching out my empty hands.
You have great powers,
Holding court above the earth,
It is not my place to question thee,
but when will you set me free?
Day and night they dwell in my house,
feasting upon my tired flesh,
my strength sometimes fail,
and there is no room to exhale.
I am nothing in your presence,
I am hurting because of them,
save me from their murderous threat,
least my eyes behold the power of death.
I know that you have the answer,
Show me your divine power,
Put my oppressors to shame,
And give me the strength to rise again.
©2013 Christine Phillips
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