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I hear so many voices, That tell me many things; Each throws its two cents in, And confusion's all it brings.
"He loves you," this one whispers... "You're dreaming," that one slights... "It could be that he's lying..." I can't stand all the fights.
I step out in the night air And begin to walk the streets; Not quite sure what I'm looking for... Maybe just some peace.
I round the blocks at random, Watching cars go by. I ask God countless questions And hang my head and sigh.
"How long since I last saw him? ...Ah, yes... on Christmas Eve. Heh, now I understand Why it's hard to believe.
"I made him so upset, But I was just concerned... Is he trying to avoid me? Oh, how well he has learned...
"It's my own fault he's distant... If I didn't nag him so... But if he really loves me, Why make me feel so low?
"You know, what makes this hardest, Is not having any clue... I guess, and I assume... Well, what else can I do?
"If he would only talk to me, I'd listen all night long... I only want to help him... God, is that so wrong?"
...Returning once again, One answer I received, "I've told you what will happen; you just have to believe.
"I brought you out of Egypt. Through trials you've proven true. The Promise Land's in sight; Look what's in store for you..."
"Oh yes, God, I remember... Your promise sees me through. Continue to refine me. O Lord, I trust in You."
~January 11, 2000 |
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