Open Letter - My Epic

What kind

Of God

Makes a world

Like this

Lost in the dark?

How’s it

Good news

That we’re all

Born damned

Right from the start?

I tried escaping

I quit believing

And left Him behind

Freed from His judgment

Who could condemn us

Or cast us aside?

But in that light

I stood in the silence

And found that the darkness

Was growing inside

What kind

Of father

Offers up

His son

For his enemies?

How is

It right

That He just

Forgives

Such awful things?

I tried explaining

Because I still want to live in

A world full of grace

But who gets acquitted

When all men are felons

And victims the same?

I just can’t say

How mercy and justice

Can still be consistent

And both have their way

Sometimes the truth

Feels more like a person

And maybe I’d love You

If we ever met

God if You hear me

I’m giving up now

Because I’m out of answers

And I’ve got nothing else

If You come to visit

I’d sit and listen

I won’t disagree You

Can speak for Yourself

Just speak to me!

Reign here Good King

And I’ll not be afraid

Speak Living Word

I have nothing to say

Come Comforter

Lay Your hand on my head

Stay with me Father

And I’ll be content