Where Are You God?

I look up to the night sky.

I see the beauty of the stars.

I see the brilliant glow of the moon.

But where are you God?

Tears fill my eyes, as I cry.

I silently plead to the sky,

Where are you God?

I can’t hear you like I used to.

I don’t see you like I used to.

Where are you God?

Have you forgotten about me?

Did you get tired of trying to me?

Where are you God?

Isaiah 40: 29-31

(RSV) Revised Standard Version

29: He gives power to the faint, and to those who have no might He increases strength. 

30: Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall

31: but those who wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles, they shall run and not be weary, and they shall walk and not faint.

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5 Quotes To Start The Day

  1. “Not all those who wander are lost.”     – J. R. R. Tolkien 
  2. “You don’t get to choose how you’re going to die. Or when. But you can decide how your going to live. Now.”          – Joan Baez
  3. “Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase.”  Martin Luther King, Jr.
  4. “Regret  for the things you do can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.”     – Sydney J. Harris
  5. “Take wrong turns. Talk to strangers. Open unmarked doors….There are so many adventures that you miss because you’re waiting to think of a plan. To find them, look for tiny interesting choices.”          – Randall Munroe


If I Died

If I died today,
Would you act like you even cared?
If I died today,
Would it be too much for you to bare?

If I died tomorrow,
Would you even shed a single tear?
If I died tomorrow,
Would you wish me to be somewhere near?

If I died today,
Would you pretend to care about me more?
If I died today,
Wouldn’t things look more trivial than they did before?

If I died tomorrow,
Would you still not have a single care?
If I died tomorrow,
Would you miss me being there?

If I died today,
There’s one thing that I should keep honest.
That if I died tomorrow,
You won’t be in control anymore I promise!

When You Put Your Hands On Me

When you put your hands on me,

Do you feel like you’re in control?

When you put your hands on me,

How do you feel within your soul?


When you put your hands on me,

How does it make you feel?

When you put your hands on me,

Does your broken mind start to heal?


When you put your hands on me,

Do you see the pain within my eyes?

When you put your hands on me,

Do you see our desperation subside?


When you put your hands on me,

Can’t you see that I’m giving up?

When you put your hands on me,

I know you see that I’m giving up.

Night and Dawn

When death is theme of thought or poet’s song.
It has its symbol in the “close of day,”
“The twilight hour of life when shadows throng
From out the past,””the evening still and grey.”
We think of night and of the great unknown,
Dim gulfs where vanished those we loved of earth;
And grieving hearts grow sadder,, left alone,
And some are shut through years from peace and mirth.

But as I watch the pageant of the years,
And mark the changes that the seasons bring.
Learn that to each come certain pain and tears.
Some hope or longing crushed to which they cling,
Then earthly days seem dusk with light withdrawn,
And death not night, but morning’s golden dawn.

WRITTEN BY: Arthur Wallace Peach

Thou Dry’st The Mourner’s Tear


O Thou dry’st the mourner’s tear!How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to Thee.
The friends, who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes are flown:
And he, who has but tears to give
Must weep those tears alone.
But Thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

When Joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e’en the hope that threw
A moment sparkle o’er our tears,
Is dimm’d and vanish’d too!
Oh! Who would dare life stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love
Come, brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace branch from above?
Then sorrow touch’d by Thee, grows bright
With more than rapture’s ray:
As darkness shows us world of light
We never saw by day!

Author Unknown