Our Cry to God
Where are you God when we need you the most
as bombs explode and buildings crumble
Where are you as little men who desire power
send other men to the slaughter in their place
And where are you as mother’s weep
for their husbands… their sons… and their children
Where were you when refugees fled their homes
for destinations unknown and unforeseen just weeks ago
Where were you as bullets fly and old men are murdered
left shot, lying in the street like human refuse
Where are you as women were raped and children cry
from a lifetime of the despicable happening overnight
Where are you God as the Nations rage
seemingly out of control
God’s Response
I Am… not the chess-master controlling the board
As pawns are discarded and Queens attempt to capture kings
The affairs of men go on as they have since the beginning
Nation against nation and Kingdom against kingdom
Some think I Am a genie in the bottle
that when correct prayers are given, rubbed the right way,
will bring the three wishes of fantasy and dreams
My kingdom is not one of the physical realms
But of the spiritual, not of this world but of the eternal
I Am the God who gives you strength from within
Power of unequal measure coming up from the depths
When faced with crisis, or the enemy, or the forces of evil
I Am the God who reveals himself through the human spirit
bringing comfort to the grieving and strength to the dying
I Am the God who removes physical blinders revealing
chariots of fire moving you forward to face whatever lies ahead
I Am the Lion roaring through you to confront evil in the world
Those who look to me will find renewed strength
And like the Phoenix rising from the ashes, you too will rise
I AM the God of peace… which will come in time
as Love is shown and Grace, Mercy, and Forgiveness
are extended to all
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This is not intended to be a theological study although it is inspired from the Biblical account of Job questioning of God as he lay suffering in sack cloth and ashes. This is simply a poetic rendering of questions we might be asking ourselves, as we watch the death and destruction in Ukraine, and how I imagine God might answer.
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