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by Chrissy Gundersen
07/05/10
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The point here is the person has been praying and praising God.
Rather than leave his worries where he first dropped them, he picks them up and keeps searching for the answer from God he's looking for.
At one point he claims he has faith,( the camp) but soon gets uncomfortable,( the rocks) and goes back to worrying.
Certain God is ignoring him, he finally stops and searches within, at rest, eyes closed, to let God speak.



I praised you Lord, but did you see?
My prayers fell to the ground.
My lips they moved in fervent pleas
Yet did not make a sound.

Can't you hear my heart that beats
Pure longing from my soul?
This quiet still you do not speak
And time has taken toll.

I took my prayers and walked along life's long and narrow path
And pondered hard to figure out
Why did you send this wrath?

I waited Lord, but were you there?
I stood outside your door.
I knocked and knocked my fists they bled,
And yet I knocked some more.

I built a camp and called it Faith
Then shined a light to guide
But the rocks were rough and scuffed my knees
So once again I tried.

My hands grew weak
My heart was hard, My spirit it went slow.
My soul it stirred and angst screamed out,
My God! Where did you go!

Why have you forsaken me?
What is it Lord I've done?
Aren't we children called the Blessed
Who enter through your son?

My head bowed low,My eyes closed tight
I searched inside my mind
I crawled along the corridors
And prayed for what I'd find.

Then it came the hall said King
With writing on the ground.
"I came to hear my children's prayers yet yours could not be found.

I saw the tent you called it faith
Placed on a bed of rock
The dried up blood outside my door
From when you came to knock.

But when you left my precious one
You took those prayers to me
The ones that fell the day you praised
Not taking time to see.

You walked and crawled, you cried and screamed
Begging for my best
But how could I catch up my child?
When you refused to rest."

If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW

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