Inscrutable God

Sometimes, O God, life doesn’t make much sense,
Your ways, O Lord, seem so inscrutable,
I look at me, why do I seem so dense?
Then You cut through it with some miracle.

It seems, O Lord, You want my questioning,
my prayer to seem to vanish in the void,
You often seem to want my suffering,
my faith be tested, but not be destroyed.

Without the struggle, where’s the victory?
Without the false, how can we gain the true?
Without temptation, how can I be free?
Unless we die, how can we rise with You?

Instead of doubting, Lord, let me be sure,
by acting out my faith, I keep it pure.

                     by Pete Voelz      2/10/14