Where is God when you’re not looking?
Where is God when the world comes falling?
Where is hope in the dead of night, crawling around without a care for your life?
Where do the answers lie when you’re lying wide awake?
Your life paints a picture but the paint just peels away,
and your mind merely moves past the early, morning grey.
I offer all I give, but the walls that barely break
thicken with my structure, and close with me they stay:
the mind, the heart, the thoughts
the fears we love to blame
my quiet soul in songs
the words we used to say
in lonesome, loving longing
for dreams beyond this life
a horrid, crushing haunting
releases me from time
When God is hushed away,
replaced by greed and pride
vanity awakens
stealing our true sight
of the world with all its beauty
for dreams beyond this life
My God, where have you hidden?
relieve me of this lie.
About the Creator
Aathavi Thanges
Disposing my thoughts one page at a time
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May God reveals to you his presence.:)