yes...but

found this poem as i was going through some old papers/bulletins/etc.
there's something about its simplicity, its frankness, that appeals to me. when all our pretty words are stripped away, this is the kind of language we hurl at God.

I don’t understand God sometimes
In fact he almost fools me
Confuses me
Fakes me
Freaks me
Turns me around to the point where
I have no clue which way is up
I don’t understand God sometimes
I don’t get why babies die
From lack of love
And people die
From lack of rain
Or from too much of it
I don’t understand why pastors get sick
Or parents die in plane crashes
God, I just don’t understand you sometimes
But then there are the quiet times
When rain sings on old leaves
Or geese paint v’s across the clouds
Or the night comes out dressed in stars
And I hear you whispering softly to me
I don’t understand you sometimes God,
But there are the happy times,
The worship times,
When you are closer to me than even I am to me
And I hear your voice mingled with mine
When I see worship-joy in student eyes
And I hear truth-words fall from young mouths.
-shane yancey


a night dressed up in stars, i wish for you,
becca