I pray for
cold weather, you pray for hot,
I pray for
rain clouds, you pray they’re not,
are like arrows shot into the sky,
No one seems
to listen, we both wonder why,
can’t be answered if we cancel each other out,
If we pray
for the same cause there’ll be less reason to doubt,
You pray for
a friend’s healing, I pray guide the doctor’s hand,
What are we
really asking, do we both understand?
science we pray to because it seems so clear,
Or are we
more trusting with angels hovering near?
If God is with
us always, why am I filled with doubt?
If I don’t
see His hand in this, I’ve got to think it out,
strikes a neighbor, a madman is turned loose,
How did God
allow this to happen? I’ll pray, but what’s the use?
you’ve seen God but you don’t remember where,
I’d like to
see Him too, can’t He show up here?
You say you
believe in miracles, can you name just one?
I’d like to
test it thoroughly, wouldn’t that be fun?
we’re from the ocean, out of the water we arose,
We’ve been evolving since then, but where we’re going, who knows?
You can pray
for answers, while I still have my doubts,
might come eventually while I think it all works out,
us its theory about how we finally arrived here,
But I still
have many questions about what made life appear,
evident in the universe, everywhere I look,
answers to my questions are not in a science book,
I believe a
power beyond my understanding created this earth,
about life just happening have no intellectual worth,
I have to
believe in creation, I have no other choice,
For woven in
this tapestry of life is His voice,
I can’t see
God, but I see where He’s been,
touch God, but I feel His presence again and again,
everything lines up against me, where else can I turn?
When I’m at
the bottom of the pit and by the world I’m spurned,
Who is the
King of Glory, and where does he reside?
point Him out, but I know He’s inside,
forsaken me or are there too many on His list?
Is He off
doing something important and He’s forgotten I exist?
hairs on my head counted, do I mean anything at all?
Have I been
too long out of compliance, is my faith way too small?
When I pray
heavenly Father, am I not heard because of doubts?
Why don’t I
get answers when my whole world is crashing about?
If I’m one
of His children, a joint heir of the King,
surrounded by angels, will I ever hear them sing?
protected from demons and from the prince of this world,
Or will I be
tortured forever by the poisonous barbs he’s hurled?
miracles, or is that an entirely different tune,
stories in the past and I’ll never see one soon,
spring up continually, sometimes out of control,
seem unheeded, despite pleadings from my soul,
I could give
up my belief that God still rules supreme,
And join the
world in saying that God is but a dream,
But in spite
of doubts and fears within, I cling to my hope,
continues past this world beyond science’s microscope,
I believe all my trials and sins on earth will be covered with love,
questions and fears will be answered in the realm above,
And the time
we spend discovering the pockets of faith inside,
back tenfold, and within that faith He’ll abide,
getting stronger as my faith answers my doubt,
I realize I
just have to believe, it’s not for me to work out.