Where are you God?
I have searched you, I have sought you. I am still yet to find you.
I feel helpless as I watch my daughter, I can’t do anything
I am left with intangible tools: HOPE, FAITH AND TRUST.
How I wish you could come down and give me a hug and a word
To say that she will be ok and that I am on the right path.
How I wish you could come down and let me touch the hem of your garment.
I sometimes long for the tangible. Something that I can feel and see.
I feel like my heart is bleeding.
The pain comes from the depths of my soul and then spills into my heart.
It churns as I think of my beautiful daughter.
I don’t want my heart to die.
I want it to keep beating to the tune of hope and possibilities.
I want it to beat anew as I see my daughter come out from this prison.
She is being held hostage in her mind and her body.
She looks into my eyes and I see a thousand words
I can only hug her and pray that she understands that I will fight.
I need you Lord!
Be my strength and our healer.
Hasten the healing.