Saturday, May 30, 2009

A modern day psalm (even if I am not a poet): The pain of grief and the blanket of mourning

How long, Oh God, How long?
I wonder have I done something wrong?
Sometimes, I can't overcome the pain.
waiting for the sun, but only feel the rain.
All I can do is cry out your name.
Is this life for real or just a game?
Is my pain just in the physical,
or is it all in the spiritual

Does prayer really change things?
do we ever change or just go on flings?
sometimes I feel under attack
i am tempted to hang it on the rack.

The Christian life is truly rough
Christ, can I be that tough?
never can I do it on my own,
even my life is out on loan.
life does not belong to this earth,
but where do we find rebirth?
it is found in Christ alone
not in money, not in your home.

The pain is just so great!
sometimes I feel so full of hate.
I can't even deal with my self,
my faith just sits on the shelf
while I lay in bed overcome by grief.
in the end this will feel brief.
even under the blanket of mourning
I think God has given us warning.
he promised us our cross
in Christ, my life is loss.

Am I advancing the kingdom of God?
or is it about doing my job?
Sometimes it is all about the pay,
but would i love people anyway?
God, please don't take our child!
can't we just enjoy them for a while?
I am not going to lie
just the thought makes me cry.
In you, I have placed my faith,
God is it all a waste?

God please show me the impossible way,
that we can all eternally play.
Jesus, I want to seek you,
Billy, I want to greet you,
Faith, I want to hold you,
God don't let me scold you.
You know the best,
but Lord give me rest.

I am under the pain of grief and the blanket of mourning,
Lord please bring Jesus and that precious eternal morning.