Alone and quiet in the church I stood
Searching for the “Truth” and some spiritual food
Angry and Hurting
Shaking my fist toward in Heaven
I looked up to only see a ceiling.
I shouted in anguish hoping for a reply
I wasn’t quietly waiting – standing by
I am in a hurry for my soul’s relief
Knowing that from childhood hinged my belief.
“God!”, “I ain’t letting go!
Just like Jacob from so long ago.
He held on to the leg of the angel
I’m waiting here, my soul to wrangle
Walking circles, around and around under the skies of blue,
Wanting – no, needing – a touch from You.
I never questioned where you might be
You were right there inside me
Still waiting and wondering for Your reply,
I stood there quietly in the night
Finally, thinking the answer might not come by
And then in a mirror I happened to look
And Your answers have always been in Your Book.
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