Everywhere But Never There

You know, O God, my sins, my soul, my fate,
You sift my thoughts, my motives through and through,
yet too with You my prayers do resonate,
You feel my free but fragile faith in You.

But though You know me so, You show no trace
of You for me to freely, easily see,
I fathom not the phantom of Your face,
Great God, why can’t You show Yourself to me?

You pity yet my petty petulant prayer,
my sins, drenched in Your mercy, are all forgiven,
with eyes of faith I see You everywhere,
for my short life, small faith, You give me heaven.

This seems, Lord, a gigantic miracle,
I keep my focus on the spiritual.

                    -- by Pete Voelz       2/11/13