There is always that “My God, My God,” moment is our lives at one time or another.

So, it may be “Friday”, but “Sunday” is coming.

Where Is God?

Where is God,
When the heavens are brass
And my prayers bounce back?

Where is God,
When they say to me,
Where is your God?

Where is God,
When business, health
Family is lost, all in one day?

Where is God,
When famine, grief, anger and danger
Cement and torment day and night?

Where is God,
When darkness loom large and long,
And when wrong is strong?

Where is God,
When lions roar and hyenas howl
And jackals prowl, plunder and pillage?

Where is God,
When fires rage, ravage and raze,
And I am thrown into the lion’s den?


Where is God,
When confusion, questions
And doubts cloud and keep me in a maze?

Where is God,
When fair friends flee,
And false, fake friends cling and befriend?


Where is God,
When all the feelings of His presence
Are gone in the wind, flown like a bird?

Where is God
When winter stare, stay and endure,
While summer runs, hides and remains afar?


Where is God
When I live in clutter, eat from the gutter,
And my bed is made of nails, my pillow of stone?


Where is God
When giants rant,
And devastation is rampant?

Where is God
When I forage in the bin,
Look haggard, lean, mean and thin?

Where is God
When penury ruins
And purpose is postponed?

Where is God
When there is water, water everywhere
But there is none to drink?

Where is God,
When my tears is my drink,
And my sorrow is my food?


Where is God,
When loved ones are taken,
And the only music I hear is a dirge?

Where is God,
When the furrows on my face are mountains,
And valleys and calamity rides my back as a horseman in glee?

Where is God,
When brackish water is gold,
The best I can find?

Where is God,
When my job is joblessness,
And my career has careered off, carried away?

Where is God,
When my breath is fowl to my wife,
And commotion is always live and rife?

Where is God,
When I die a thousand deaths,
My hair departing and my attachment is an embarrassment?

Where is God
When my husband prefers the take away,
Is always away and prefers the game away?

Where is God
When my health is taken by stealth,
And hurricane Andrews and Tsunamis visit at random?

Where has all this come from ?
Who am I to question the Most High-
He who declares the end from the beginning?
Is there injustice in the Lord of the Whole Earth?

You know where I am going.
And when you have tested me,
I shall come out like gold
I worship You, and adore You.
I will not doubt in the dark
What you told me in the day.
You are good and loving.
You are powerful.
You know every detail of my life.
You are in control.
You have a good plan for my life
Regardless of the present circumstances.
You will save me.

Hush! Hush!! Peace, be still!!!
Relax, no need to be anxious.
I am still present, pleasant and conscious.

I will never stop loving you
I will never leave you.
I have never left you.
I will never abandon you.
I will always remain true,
Because I am The Faithful and True.

Whether you feel it or not,
I am always there you forgot.
Feelings come and go,
Because feelings like people are fickle;
Up and down like a yo-yo.
Faith is not based on feelings.
Faith is anchored on My Word,
My character, My Love,
My abiding presence, My faithfulness, My integrity.

So, fight the good fight of faith.
No Guts, no glory.
No price, no prize.
No story, no glory.
No test, no testimony.
No trial, no triumph.
No ridicule, no miracle.
No war, no win.
No battle, no mantle
No breaking, no blessing.
No disappointment, no appointment.
No pit, no palace.
No dark hour, no power.
No rags, no riches.
No grass, no grace.
No opposition, no promotion.
No persecution, no evangelisation.
No pain, no gain.

So vent your anger.
Have bouts with your doubts.
Field your questions.
Air your confusion.
Fight your fears.
Fume at famine.
Dare your desert.
But know that you know
That I am still God and still in control.
I remain ever faithful, ever present,
Ever loving, and ever caring,

I may kill you,
But I’ll raise you again,
And you will come forth like gold like Job.

No pressure on carbon, no diamond.
No pruning and proving , no abundant fruit.


It’s time to worship.
It’s time to give crazy, ridiculous praise.
It’s time to dance and sing like a robin in the rain.
For when worship is a sacrifice,
It’s worth is more than gold.

Hold on! Go on! Press on!
Your latter end shall be better than your former ,
As the glory of the latter house shall surpass the former.
Better is the end thereof than the beginning.
When others are retiring,
You shall rise up with a fresh anointing,
Fitting for the end -times.
I will turn your captivity.
It shall be like a dream.
Like streams in the Negev desert,
A Road, highway in the wilderness.
Your mouth shall be filled with laughter.
Your tongue shall shout aloud for joy;
Joy unspeakable and full of glory.
Sorrow and mourning shall flee away.
Peace, mega peace shall be your portion; resting on your head.
And for your trouble, you will get much, much more than double.

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