Why is it, O Lord?

Why is it, O Lord,
That I see these things
That should not exist?
The pain, the depression,
The anguish and fear,
A different dimension
From the beauty and glory
You exude through love.

How can it be, O Lord,
That these people
Cannot see you as I do,
Cannot feel your love
That you are lavishing on them?

Why O Lord, do not all
Hear your cry, your beckoning,
To draw them closer to you
Even though they are desperate,
Desperate for love, life,
A second chance that they feel
Doesn’t even exist for them.

Why is it, O Lord,
That so many do not even know
The difference that you can make
In their lives, the forgiveness you offer,
The miracles you perform,
The grace and second chances
You give?

O Father I pray
For the opportunities
For the courage
For the love that you love with
So I can show them and tell them
That there is hope no matter what
That there is life and someone
Who will love them
Relentlessly and unconditionally.


This is what we are called to do - to ask why, realize that darkness is the reason, and go out and bring the light!  Jesus told us to go and make disciples!  We are called to hurt along with the hurting and help them find the light and love of Jesus Christ.  I pray that God gives me opportunities abundantly and helps me to see them as such.



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