The Ceiling
Sometimes it feels as if my prayers hit the ceiling
Your word tells me its untrue
But your silence leaves me reeling
I call out to you from the depths of despair
Wondering, hoping, and knowing that you will be there
You’ve always been faithful,
You’ve always been true
But my life once again
Has fallen askew
O Lord why does this happen
Do I look away
Do I allow my own thoughts
To lead me astray
I’ve followed you now since the time I was eight
So why is this always the same old debate
My microwave prayers just won’t get this done
So a time of renewing must be sought and won
Heal me Lord of my want and desire
Lead me O Lord to the realm that is higher
Let me always be faithful
Let me always be true
Let me always be knowing
I’m living for you
But I cry out to you God
This time please don’t tarry
The emotions are raw
And sometimes quite scary
Touch those I love
That whole they will feel
Honor them with your presence
And make yourself real
That they feel your love
Your devotion and protection
That they wait on your answers
To their burning questions
That they can find a confidence in waiting and leaning
And they check their thoughts for a higher meaning
You’re God in the good times
You’re God in the bad
And in this world my armor I’ll always be clad
So Satan take note
Satan take heed
My God comes to my rescue when
I am in need
I’ve been given authority over you
Your final insult
And such a coup
So give a shout for victory
For it will be mine
Worshiping now will consume
Most of my time
Let us always remember
And never forget
That the battle was won
Even though we don’t feel it yet
When you’ve done everything
That you know to do
When the answers aren’t coming
And you feel you are through
Have faith that God always lends a hand
And my sweet beloved I just ask that you
STAND
Copyright © Laurie Ginn | Year Posted 2008
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