Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Sometimes, I just feel defeated.
You have been there. You do the best you can, but it is never good enough.
I know we live in an evil world. I know that I am not part of this world.
Still, the load gets heavy.
I have childishly threatened to run away, somewhere no one knows me.
But I know better.
It's the same world everywhere you go.
David knew this. He had failed, he had felt unloved, he had fallen into a pit.
But he knew, just like I do, that God was there.
God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand.
I'm an open book to you; even from a distance, you know what I'm thinking.
You know when I leave and when I get back;
I'm never out of your sight.
You know everything I'm going to say before I start the first sentence.
I look behind me and you're there, then up ahead and you're there, too--
your reassuring presence, coming and going.
This is too much, too wonderful--
I can't take it all in!