Where am I, Lord?
Where have I been?
I feel as though I have been busy serving You
Not listening for You
Not Worshiping You
How can I see the Word of God alive in those around me
And I cannot see it in me?
Like the two-way glass outside the nursery
The Church can look into my ministry and see me serve
And say I do great things
Yet You see inside my heart, my mind and I wonder what you see.
Strangely I am no longer stressed and ready to give up
But if I were to stop, actually stop and listen to my soul
I hear nothing; feel… nothing
The engine is running
My hands they are still moving
I smile, I encourage, I schedule and I plan
But where am I in all this?
Where is my heart?
I feel as though I checked out
And some days I feel like I’m on auto pilot.
I don’t want to be
I want to feel You breathe
I want to hear You smile
But I would rather think on me and popularity
I would rather craft a good line for some kindred spirit to praise
Than praise THE Spirit.
How crooked are my ways?
Give me a thirst, Lord, for your Word.
My soul is hungry
Fill me up
This I believe you will do
And for this I will praise You!