God, you seem so far away, why won’t you help me keep fear at bay?
I’ve asked for help to find my way. Why can I not hear you say,
“I see you child with your feet of clay.”
I cover myself as best I can, and hold it all back behind the dam.
God, where are you? Where did you go? I feel you left me here even though,
I pushed you away and with hurt and anger, I had my say.
Now, I think I’m all alone, with a heart that feels made of stone.
I ask you, God, into my heart, to break up that stone that made us part.
You are God and you are love, I questioned your motives and killed the Dove.
Now I fear you’ve turned your back, I’ve been too angry at your lack.
I turn around to face your love, with fear and trembling invite the Dove
Into my fear, into my pain into the place I want slain.
Accept me God, with all my stuff. Accept me God, with all your love.
by Barbara Lepson.