by Ruwaida Van Doorsen

You look to Him in times of grief

And times of unbearable pain

You blame Him when things go wrong

When there’s no sun shining through the rain

You pour your sorrows into a cup

For Him to sip and savor

You place upon a platter

All your worries with bitter flavors

You cry out to Him in dismal spans

And hope that he will hear you

You look around for a sign

That shows that he is near you

How sad it is in times of glee

Not a word of thanks you offer

No acknowledgement or hymn

No adulation or, appreciation you proffer

For the Lord is not only there

In times of bitter strife

He's there with every step you take

Of your sententious, restricted life