You are my answer

In your presence, Lord, there is joy.
Am I missing your glory when I focus
on my pain? I am weak. You are great.
Have I forgotten what is truly important?
Why do I not feel the joy that once proved
so precious to me? If you can be glorified
in my weakness, will I be content with it? If
you become bigger through my pain, will
I give you thanks? Can I live in gratitude
despite my exhaustion? Or frustration?
Or confusion? When it's a sacrifice, will
I still praise you? How long, Lord, can I
go on like this waiting for your voice? Help
me to listen. Help me to see it. Help me
not to focus on a conclusion as my answer,
help me to focus on You. For you are my
answer. You are my hope. In your presence,
I find joy. You drew me out of my pit. If
you've done that, why do I doubt? Why does
my heart cry out in anguish and fear? You've
proven Your faithfulness time and time again.
Why is my soul downcast yet again? I look to
you! My feet are on you, my Rock. My ways
are secure. Though hidden in darkness for now.
I will rest. I will hope. I will have joy.