God Undry

I’m dry, but You, O God, are never dry,
how can a God be dry Who made the sea?
Though dry, there’s still a tear within my eye,
I’m lonely, hurt, so sad and bored--so me.

If You’re all full of love, where is it now?
Not logic love, I want a love I feel,
can’t You a little love like that allow?
Would not such love, indeed, have wide appeal?

Lord, You are love, I know Your love is there,
to make it mine, what would You have me do?
You made me for Your love, I know You care,
You haven’t moved, I must come back to You.

Come now, O Lord, and please show me the way,
You have already, here I am to pray.

                             by Pete Voelz      10/11/13