God Dark

O God, why do You keep me in the dark?
I don’t know how the world works, much less You.
How real’s that silly tale of Noah’s Ark?
How do I know Your words are right and true?

I am impressed by some great miracle,
and even little ones that I can see;
beauty must come from someone beautiful,
so too the good in others and in me.

My freedom says I can’t hang in suspense,
I can add faith to what I see and know,
the more I learn of You, You do make sense,
I can’t deny You’re better than the foe.

I’ll trade You prayer for grace, for choose I must,
and when it’s dark, in You I’ll put my trust.

                           -- by Pete Voelz       4/23/13