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" W h e r e A r e Y o u ? "

W. Duane Clark

Where are You?

I've whispered Your name, and I've called aloud.

I have spoken all the words I know,

and I've put them together in every combination I can think of.

Still, I hear nothing.

Still, I see nothing. (How can I see what is invisible?)

Are the words not enough?

Are they too many?

Are they too small for You to hear?

If it's not enough, what can I do about it?

Didn't You make me this way?

Surely, You are not ashamed for me to call You my God.

Do You not want me to find You?

The heavens above me are forged of brass.

Where is the key to unlock the door that shutters You?

Or does the door shutter me?

Is it my sin?

Then I can never hope to hear from You again.

For surely, just as I confess one sin, I've committed another.

And another.

How can I ever hope to have fellowship with You again?

For if the ancients, who lived by their faith alone, never received what was promised, what should I expect?

I seek no greater honor than just to know You more.

But the more I think I know You, the more I KNOW I don't.

You're too big.

I'm sorry I'm acting this way.

I know You understand.

I need You to be patient.

I won't give up.

I won't turn away.

I will seek You until I find You.

In times past, I've felt Your hand.

In times past, I've heard You speak.

It's been too long since then.