In my mind, You sit lofty on Your throne
Executing justice and being cruel,
While the whole world groans
Following Your rules,
My soul within me moans.
My prayers and petitions seemingly unheard
Holy, good, freeing things that bring You glory,
Instead I see quiet for years
Silence becomes my story.
The brokenness You never caused
But allowed for a time,
Lies become become my foggy truth,
Who am I kidding? Who’s the one lying?
If You do not come quickly,
If You do not come fast,
I will surely go down with the wicked
The downward spiral of unbelief will last.