Why do I seek comfort when I am in the presence of my Lord?
Why do I seek catharsis when I have been given the exact
amount He desired?
Why do I, blessed among women, supplied by the One who has
all, seek still more?
Why do I weep? For what do I mourn?
What is the source of my suffering?
I speak the truth, because I know in it is salvation.
You are love; you are good; you are my provider; you are
peace.
Please show me your grace and meet me in this dark place,
again.
Perhaps I stood in the darkness too long and failed to
respond to the light.
Perhaps I dallied in that which you had rejected.
Perhaps I wandered in the wrong direction, placing my faith
in mankind despite knowing better.
Perhaps, but still…you are God and the source of my renewed strength,
my only help.
I sing praises to your son’s holy name, Christ Jesus, today
and forever.
Amen.
