PRAYERS OF THE FAITHFUL

If I were still in your shoes

The ones that shuffle between church pews

My resentment toward our savior would overwhelm me

The dynamic between us quite unhealthy

How could I feel his love through my pain

How could he just watch my tears fall like rain

Why would he stand idle while I begged

Withhold divine healing despite my faith

They told me he works in mysterious ways

But I know I’d be tired of the wait

If I still saw through your eyes

The ones that manage to compartmentalize

I would keep the faith, save my soul

Give this broken body healing hope

But I’d always wonder why you’d withhold my healing

You were supposed to love me; talk about hurt feelings

Maybe I’d finally realize a loving god couldn’t really exist

Unless he’d somehow been rendered powerless

Because a good god wouldn’t create sin, suffering and hell

A good god would pick up his children when they fell

A good god would reveal himself

Instead of requiring faith above all else

A good god would concern himself with morality

Not withhold salvation for non belief

A good god would answer the prayers of the faithful

And if one existed I’d sure be grateful

You say I’m bitter at God for taking my legs

But I ditched that deity a decade before my fate

You say I’m punished for my unbelief

But you’re just as paralyzed as me

I no longer live by faith but by sight

I no longer need a god to tell me what is real or what is right

And so I’m spared the pain of loving a god that doesn’t love me enough

To heal my pain and suffering with divine healing from above