You Were Not There
I sat in church for 18 years and each night said a prayer,
But all around were dead men's bones because You were not there.
So I set out to find You and went searching everywhere,
Setting my sights on mystic heights, but You were not there.
I gave up meat and chanted, like the Hindus over there,
But my words fell on distant ears because You were not there,
And when I meditated, like the Buddhists, I declare
That when I stilled my mind and looked inside, You were not there.
So I read Aristotle, Kierkegaard, and Baudelaire
Searching for some grain of truth, but You were not there.
Then I looked for You in Nature, with a Transcendental flare,
But in the vast created world, alas, You were not there.
Then in my darkest moment, in my hour of despair,
You revealed Your love to me and showed how much You cared.
I saw how You had suffered, my sin and shame to bear,
So I asked You to forgive me and took up MY cross to bear.
Then later that same evening, as I closed my eyes in prayer,
You filled me with the Holy Ghost, and when You entered there,
You gave me joy unspeakable, I felt your loving care,
You came to dwell inside me and go with me everywhere.
Now, I am Yours, You are my Lord, and You are ALWAYS there!
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