As in any relationship,
There can be room for anger
As well as love.
And now I'm angry with You, Lord.
I go through this from time to time.
I know You love me, and You've given
Me so much. Strength, intellect, humor.
One thing not many people have,
A talk with You,
You've given me.
Words, and a purpose.
I'm grateful, Lord, don't think I'm not.
But rather than the words, I'd have liked
That You stopped what happened to me,
The hurt it caused,
When I was too young to know better.
And not just for me, God,
But for the millions in Stalin's Russia,
Hitler's Germany, Pol Pot's Cambodia,
The thousands when the sky fell
One September morning,
The children all over the world.
Where were You, God, when the world
Stopped turning for us?
I've given you food, clothing, comfort.
I've taken your beatings, carried your cross,
Accepted the nails on a Golgotha not
Of my own choosing.
Where were You, Lord?
What part of Your "plan" accepts evil
Done to innocents who don't deserve it?
I'm not Job, Lord, I won't accept Your
Ageless wisdom as a defense, excuse.
You say You're a being of love.
Where were You when "love" was perverted,
"Patriotism" was poisoned, "Devotion" a weapon?
For isn't there a contract between us and You?
You are our God, but we are Your people.
If You can't hold up Your end,
Why should we, Lord?
As surely as I will face Your judgment,
There will be an account of You, too.
And while I know that it will be true,
Somehow, the "plan" doesn't seem
Worth the cost to me right now.
I will continue to love and serve Him, but right now I'm just too angry to accept Him blindly.