A typhoon of my own...I said Amen but its still raining

Where is God?
Where is not God?
Will I find you?
Will I not find you?

Will He still hold my feeble hands?
Will He still bind my weary heart together?
Will He not?

Winds against my soul,
Strong tempest torn my hearts apart.
Whirlwind of helpless longing and lusts cast
A wild shadow on hope.
Where did I get it wrong?

Thunder rolls my heart to emptiness.
Where is solace? For strength is gone.
Ignorance and pity is kind to me,
Nevertheless, not helpful.


Will I praise you in this storm?
Will I lift my eyes to the hills?
Will I still remember your Faithfulness as of old?
Will I count my blessings?
Will I not?

Though I said “Amen”
But, it’s still raining.
It’s still storming in my soul.My heart still hurts.
My pains are multiplied.
My tear is my new meat.

The winds still sweeps beneath me hard.
Still a dreadful long foggy journey through life.

Why is my saviour silent?
Should I be silent too or cry more?
Should I say more amen?

As mercy falls,
I see not his hands,
But my weary heart still recalls His faithfulness.


Inspired by casting crown
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