I call God hoping He'll get back to me,
I know I have to go get back to God,
drowned in my woes, I asked, "Where should I be?"
Instead of going there, I felt the prod.
I got away from God when I was young,
I didn't need Him much, He slipped away,
then I grew up, the pendulum had swung,
I had to now get back to God today.
To get to God again, how shall I go?
A simple prayer since He is always here,
up close and personal He waits I know,
when I just take a step beyond my fear.
Get back to me, O God, Who never left,
I pray of me You'll never be bereft.
-- by Pete Voelz 7/09
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