Original post: February 7, 2008; repost: March 18, 2010.
I was in a tough place when I wrote this, and I will admit that life is, and perhaps never will be, devoid of these experiences. But I think that these experiences can, if we let them, strengthen our sense of need and desperation for the One whom we cannot live without.
God of silence, hear me; hear my cry and speak.
Just as you heard the cries of the Israelites in Egypt and rescued them,hear my cry and rescue me; just as you heard the cries of humanity for a savior and dwelled among them, dwell with me.
You are God, maker of heaven and earth,the One who speaks in the whirlwind and the whisper, in the fire and the flood, in the desert and the city.
Yet I cannot hear you. Are you speaking? Am I not listening? I strain my ears to hear your voice. And all I hear is noise.
Have you gone away, left me to fend for myself? You promised to be with us always.
You spoke before, and I heard; I listened, and I heard, and I rejoiced.
So I will wait again, for you are a God whose timing is not my timing, whose ways are higher than mine, whose patience outstretches mine. I will trust in your faithfulness, in your commitment to me,for you have proved true time and again.
I will trust in your presence with me, even when I cannot feel you; even when I cannot hear you, I will follow you.
And you will prove true once more; I will hear you speak again.
— Justin Fung