-Kurt Bestor
Sometimes all this world has to offer is too much, and yet never enough. Everything we want under the sun is meaningless, a chasing after the wind. And in the race, life draws out and time threshes you out under its inexorable gears and wheels.
Sometimes all the tears in the world are not enough, and one is more than you can find. Cold, you want to drive your car into a wall just so that you can feel something.
Sometimes you have to wrestle with God before you can find some reality in life.
Where is Your justice? When will You grant comfort to those who mourn?
The arrogant gain all the acclaim while they crush the most beautiful.
Under the weight of words and neglect, they are choked,
Slowly, relentlessly, even obliviously, without concern.
They isolate the lonely and accuse the righteous,
Who find only rejection and contempt.
But I can see
The fingerprints of God.
A bruised reed he will not break and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. But how long will You leave the reed bruised? Does it not wish instead that You would just break it and end the suffering - with nothing to hold but a hope for a time when it can again stand upright?
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How long O Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and every day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me? Look on me and answer, O Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death; my enemy will say, "I have overcome him," and my foes will rejoice when I fall. But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, for he has been good to me.
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