In your presence, Lord, there is joy.
Am I far from your presence?
Am I missing your glory when I focus on my pain?
I am weak. You are great.
Have I forgotten what is truly important?
Why do I not feel the joy that once proved so precious to me?
If you can be glorified through my weakness, will I be content with it?
If you become bigger though my pain, will I give you thanks?
Can I live in gratitude despite exhaustion? Or frustration? Or confusion?
When it’s a sacrifice, will I still choose to praise You?
How long, Lord can I go on like this waiting for your voice?
Help me to listen. Help me to see it.
Help me not to focus on a conclusion as my answer, help me to focus on You.
For You are my answer. You are my hope.
In Your presence I find my joy.
You drew me out of my pit. If you’ve done that, why do I doubt?
Why does my heart cry out in anguish and fear?
You’ve proven your faithfulness time and again
Why is my soul downcast yet again?
I look to You. My feet are on You, my Rock.
My ways are secure. Though hidden in darkness for now.
I will rest. I will hope. I will have joy.