This poem was written when it appeared God had ignored our prayers for healing for a precious little girl. Yes, He healed her as He took her home, but my sorrow was too great to accept that for a while.
If this little rhyme touches your heart, I am blessed.
Touching God
Pain constricts my heart,
Its pressure bows my back.
Grief and anger fog my mind,
My arms hang limp and slack.
Life takes too much effort,
In sorrow I cry out:
"God, oh God, why don't You care?"
As faith succumbs to doubt.
In anger I assault Him
With all my grief and fears.
My flailing fingers touch His face...
And feel His loving tears.
Our faithful heavenly Father
Is never far away.
When trials make us feel alone
He longs to hear us pray.
For prayer is our connection,
A channel for His grace.
He touches us with love and peace
Whene'er we touch His face.
The struggles will continue
They'll pummel, press and prod;
But His grace becomes sufficient
As I touch the face of God.