Near the end of my Old Testament Theology class, after talking about laments in scripture, my professor talked about the exercise of writing our own psalm of lament when we feel like crying out to God. I've been there for quite awhile, so I thought I would start writing to see what happened. It didn't solve anything, but it was kind of therapeutic and I find myself returning to these words when I pray to God. It may not resonate with many, but I thought I would share what came out.
My Lament
O God my Lord
Why does your presence elude me?
Why is your face hidden from me?
When I step to the right, you move to the left
When I move to the left, you step to the right
When I follow your path
I find only your footprints
I climbed to the top of a mountain to find you
I stood in the cleft of the rock
And I waited for you in silence
But I was overwhelmed by the rushing wind
I felt the thunder of the mountain
And heard the shaking of the ground beneath my feet
But you, my Lord, did not come
