What Now, Lord?

August 19, 1984



I've prayed for puppies who were sick,

For earaches, and for bills,

I've prayed for consolation,

Prayed for children's fevered chills,

Travailed in midnight hours

When all others took their sleep,

I've prayed for family members

Who were wayward or in need.

Prayed till morning's breaking

Brought sweet rest and needed peace,

Prayed for answers, and for rain,

Prayed for pain to ease,

Once in torment prayed five hours

Until the burden left,

I've prayed in Spirit and in words

I understood myself.

But this time I know not the how.

Travailing hasn't worked.

I'm tired.  Confused.  Resentful too.

But most of all, I HURT.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

All the poems dated in 1984 refer to leaving a church I had loved and served.

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hhickson's picture

It is really hard to move on. I am protestant (Church of God)...My wife is Catholic...talk about a change. I go to her church, but take solace in that verse that says "Where there are two joined together in my name, there will I be also". So I believe that where ever I worship, it doesn't really matter as we are all different parts of the same body...the body of christ, and no part of that body is more or less important than the rest.


HK

Butch Lesley's picture

Been there...done that, but if you leave for proper reasons God will give something better