God, I am miserable and broken-hearted.
I want to get drunk.
My thoughts are racing.
I feel frustrated, confused and anxious.
I’m knackered and impatient.
Bollocks! I’m lost!
I want to find understanding
but I’m apathetic and skint.
I’m pondering, searching, wondering
where God is.
I’m hopeful … and sorrowful.
Have you forgiven me yet, God?
Where did it all go wrong?
Get me out of here!
Prove that you can make things real;
Prove that you are God.
Can you stop all war?
Can you take away all illness?
Can you give me back my Dad?
Can you make my little girl better?
Can your make your people as one?
Can you stop your church making people feel guilty?
Can you tell your church to accept everybody as they are?What right have we got to judge each other?
Sometimes it feels you’re there;
other times it doesn’t.
Sometimes I hear you clearly;
other times I don’t.
Which truth is truth?
Show me the way.
Jesus is the way.
I’m sorry, God.
Help me to forgive myself and others.
Thank you for your love and acceptance.
Thank you for not taking away my toys.
You’re not Santa Claus: what can I do for you, God?
Help me to do the right thing.
Help me to do what you want
rather than what I want.
Thank you for being there when I needed you;
thank you for my beautiful sunflower.
Give me peace, God.
Please answer my prayers.
2 comments:
I like this, Liz. I must work out which local church to join and find or start a writers' group! Or maybe my hands will be too full!!
I suppose the closer you get to God, the more your prayers will be answered.
Isn't that how it's meant to work?
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