My Lament

You said "Ask and it will be given you."

I'm standing here asking "why" but I've received no answers.

You promised "Knock and the door will be opened."

Well, I've been standing here in the rain, pounding 'til my fists are raw and bloody.

And still nothing.

Silence.

The funny thing is I don't know who stopped talking to who first.

But somewhere along the way, You stopped listening.

Was it my sin?

Did I harden my heart one too many times?

You say that nothing can separate me from Your love.

Then why is there a gaping hole in my chest?

And here is the kick in the head.

Here is the irony of it all.

I'm not answering the question I'm asking myself either:

If You have abandoned me,

if You are sitting inside, deaf to my pleas......

why am I still standing here,

a fool in the rain?