My heart cries out like Habbakuk
O Lord, how long shall I cry for help
and you will not hear?
Why do you make me see injustice
Why do you idly look at wrong?
The law is paralyzed
and justice never goes forth
Thousands of years ago
we howled the same cries into the night
Faced unbeatable enemies–too powerful, too strong
to fight, but Lord
You went out for the salvation of your people
You crushed the head of the house of the wicked
You pierced with his own arrows
the heads of his warriors
When we are not strong enough for the fight
You turn their own strength against them
Still my heart cries out with confusion, sorrow
Fellow believers chide me for doubt
Lord, I do not doubt
You are listening
You guard my steps
I have walked in the sunlight of your miracles
felt your comforting hand upon my shoulder
But why?
Lord, I have so many questions why
Why did you let her die
and in a way she dreaded her whole life
Why did you not protect him
though he called out to you so many times
Why did you let people do such terrible things
in your name
In the gospels, there are many questions
Jesus is asked 187. He himself asks over three hundred
He answers eight
Lord, I come to you with my questions
Can we sit together this night by the fire?