Sometimes God feels far, far away
I wonder where He went
Even if I loudly cry
It seems there’s no one there
I try to talk to Him, but words are empty
I read His Word, but it seems dry
“What’s happening?” I wonder
“Where did God go?”
Over time I have found that the answer is always the same
It is not God who moved away from me, but I who moved away from God.
It is I who slowly wander, slowly drift on my own way
While God is always there, steadfast day to day
Next time I wonder where God went
Perhaps I must stop to look
And see if it is really He who moved
Or I who wandered away
© Lukas Westevy
2004