Where are You, Lord? I’m weary.
Where did You go? I’m tired.
Are You so far away from here?
Why don’t I feel You near?
But then comes recollection;
God’s everywhere, all knowing.
He’s not run away and hid
My ignorance is showing.
The problem’s me—I’ve turned deaf ear
To His small voice so dear.
I make the choice—I must have Him,
His presence must be near.
I need His calm assurance.
I need His loving arms.
To gather me into that cleft
Where life can do no harm.
“Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.”
—Ps. 42:5-6 (NIV)