I’ve cried and I’ve prayed And I’ve studied
But I still can’t find comfort in you.
I’ve listened and journeyed and waited
But you still don’t pang my experience of lack.
I search for your presence and it swaddles me
But there’s no rock, no sway, no gentle let down
—I feel unwrapped, unloved and ashamed.
My Lord, my God.
Save me from the imposters of myself.PG