I know you're there.
Even though I've been here for so very, very long, listening to the echoes that bounce back when I call your name. Even though I've strained my eyes and still can't see you, you can't fool me.
Because you promised. And if there's one thing I've learned about you, it's that you ain't no liar.
So how come you've led me to this desert that I'm in? Why don't you show yourself to me? Why must I be here, in this dry, dry wilderness that goes on forever? This place I wish I wasn't? It kind of sucks.
I kind of hate it.
It's lonely in this desert that feels so far from you. I hate reaching out and not touching your hands. I know you can hear me. I know that you're watching. I know that you're closer than I to me than I think. So why do I feel like I've been abandoned? Why am I here, so far from you feet?
The one place that I long to be?
Have I done something wrong? Won't you show me? Is this a test? Am I doing it right? Am I to learn something? Please, come teach me! Are you calling me somewhere? Just tell me, I'll go! Say anything, anything, ANYTHING to me! Just let me hear you, just let me know.
Why don't you answer me?
I hate that my prayers keep bouncing off ceilings. I hate the wall that's between you and I. I know you're here, and you've always been. So why do I feel like you can't even see me?
God, don't you know how miserable I am? So can't you bail me out or something? Can't you take me far away from this desert, with its dryness and lostness and loneliness and being far from you? Don't you want me to be close to you?
I know you can hear me. You promised you could. So here, in this dry place, I'll wait. I know you've got your reasons for all this. You usually do.
So I'll weather this desert. As long you're here, too.