God, who are you?
Are you the God of my father
Who beats me, laughs at me?
Are you the god who touches little girls
In wrong places?
Are you the God that is so rigid,
So cold, so harsh?
I stand here confused
Wondering who you are,
I watch people that say they know you
Are you that type of God that holds people
At arms length?
That tells people to be silent?
Who are you God?
And then, I see the sun rise
In the morning,
I see it set in the evening,
I watch the colors dance in the rainbow
The waves lapping at the waters edge
I watch creatures in the water,
On the land,
I’m lost in this God of creation
I hold in one hand the harsh God
Of my father,
In the other the gentle God of creation
I’m drawn to that God
But still I wonder, “who are you?”
I shout at the sky and tell you
I don’t trust you.
I waited for your harshness
Expecting the wrath of God to fall
But, instead, peace,
Gentle peace
It invades my soul,
Now I see who you are
You are the God that invites me,
Everything about me
You invite my questions
My anger
My wrestling
My honesty
No pretending
Just me! All of me!
I feel your presence in the wind
As it cools my face,
I hear you in the quietness
I hear you in the thunder,
In the rain,
I bask in your sunlight
I hear you tell me
I know you my child
I created you
I have your back
I want you
All of you….
Here I am…
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