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