Inspired by line written by Rich Mullins, "The reckless raging fury that they call the love of God."
fury I know so well...
your own discontent
as you struggle to find a balance
among that which you long for
and that which you have been given.
clouding every judgment...
your own hesitation
as you turn to your God,
"Is this truly all which I am meant to have
or am I merely not living up to your plan?"
"Cause surely one who loves as You
could not bear me such pain."
The gripping guilt
when you turn away for only a moment...
your own humility
as you question your faith
for simply daring to long for more
and being impertinent enough to ask,
why you could not have it now
and is it really worth the wait?