Uncertainty is the torturous path in which God has set before
Feeling alone and lost I cry out for a map that never comes
And my sad little faith, already wobbling from life, is at its tipping point
But I mange to not let go and grasp hold to the very one who gave me life
Am I but Israel? Meant to spend 40 years, wandering the dessert?
Am I to stand by and watch loves ones and opportunities fade into distant memories?
Oh God, you know the hidden and secret things of the heart
And you reveal your spirit to those in need, to those asking
I beg of you to re-spark a passion and vision in my heart
Please re-spark anything
I’m losing touch with any sense of happiness and destroying those closest to me
My praise has been far and my complaining ever present but I’m at a loss
I’m sorry for my discontentment and my lack of gratitude
For you have gotten me through every situation and been my constant provider
But I am an ungrateful, spoiled son. Unworthy of the name my parents gave me
Not man enough to admit when I’ve been wrong, and not cognitive enough to be grateful
My shame is over taking me, on the edge of losing everything, and this plea seems hollow
But I just don’t know what else to do
Help me Lord…
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