When the heart is stuck in a box

Soul Questions


Complaints...left and right,
Lives full of light, others dark as black night,
Both claim you shining, but only one can see you bright,
Why is it that Your children often fight?
What's happened that the family's split and not knit tight?
For all I ever hear is one of the two,
One feels content, the other striving just to sense You,
Since You are the Giver of all good gifts,
What about those children of Yours who are living without Your benefits?

Some struggle hard, some not so much,
Some question where You are, others feel Your present touch,
Some wonder why it happened, others praise that You're in control,
It's like life is just a question mark, answered in the soul.

Brother on my left is cursing the day,
Hates what he's doing,
Screaming there's gotta be another way.
Crushed on the inside,
Weak on the out,
Doesn't believe he can love the Lord,
Feels like he's drowning in doubt.
With the frown of his mouth,
His health is moving south,
Why don't You help him out...
That's what he's pondering now

Some struggle hard, some not so much,
Some question where You are, others feel Your present touch,
Some wonder why it happened, others praise that You're in control,
It's like life is just a question mark, answered in the soul.

Brother on my right is praising the day,
Loves what he's doing
Believes there couldn't be another way,
Solid in the spirit,
Like a soldier in the flesh,
Walking daily with his God,
Always desiring what's next
Focused on acquiring the heart of God's Text,
Thriving, giving only his best,
Thanking God for being blessed...
His praise is obvious

Some struggle hard, some not so much,
Some question where You are, others feel Your present touch,
Some wonder why it happened, others praise that You're in control,
It's like life is just a question mark, answered in the soul.

Answered in the soul. Answered in the soul.
It's like life is just a question mark, answered in the soul.

Looking for direction, but really I only care to know You're here,
Where is not my question, not feeling is what I fear,
I guess I still try for hearing through the ear
When I should listen for Your Voice when in the Spirit I know You're near.
But why is it so hard, why isn't it definite like the earth,
Upon which I stand when I'm feeling strong and in the fetal position when I'm hurt?
Why do answers seem intangible, elusive like fulfillment,
I don't want to be discontent, I want to breath life like I was meant.
And so I've got my direction, the purpose to drive me forward,
But there's a question my spirit ponders as I wander toward the Lord.
Are you still there?
I don't feel You like I used to.
Are you still there?
No matter what this is the path I choose to,
Follow.

Some struggle hard, some not so much,
Some question where You are, others feel Your present touch,
Some wonder why it happened, others praise that You're in control,
It's like life is just a question mark, answered in the soul.