Open Letter

What kind of God
Makes a world like this
Lost in the dark?

How’s it good news
That we’re all born damned
Right from the start?

I tried escaping
I quit believing and left Him behind

Freed from His judgment
Who could condemn us
Or cast us aside?

But in that light
I stood in the silence
And found that the darkness
Was growing inside

What kind of father
Offers up his son
For his enemies?

How is it right
That He just forgives
Such awful things?

I tried explaining
Because I still want to live in a world full of grace
But who gets acquitted
When all men are felons
And victims the same?
I just can’t say how mercy and justice
Can still be consistent
And both have their way

Sometimes the truth
Feels more like a person
And maybe I’d love You if we ever met

God if You hear me
I'm giving up now
Because I'm out of answers
And I've got nothing else
If You come to visit
I’d sit and listen
I won’t disagree You
Can speak for Yourself

Just speak to me!

Reign here Good King and I'll not be afraid
Speak Living Word I have nothing to say
Come Comforter lay Your hand on my head
Stay with me Father and I'll be content