Unanswered Prayers

Thank You, Abba-Father,

for this pain called lack.

Not praise born from comfort,

but praise born from hunger.

You ALLOWED this valley.

You did not miss it.

You did not forget me.

Your Word creates.

Your Word ends drought.

Your Word removes lack

without effort,

without delay.

Yet silence remains.

I wake to numbers that mock.

I sleep with prayers unanswered.

Provision waits

outside today.

WHY, Abba-Father?

How long must faith walk

without evidence?

How long must hope eat questions

for supper?

You could speak.

One Word.

And this weight would vanish

forever.

Still, You wait.

Are You teaching trust

without proof?

Are You forming sight

that sees beyond coins?

Are You building strength

that survives emptiness?

I do not curse this pain.

I bring it back to You.

Speak when You choose.

Delay when You must.

But hear this cry:

I believe Your Word

has not failed.

It has only not arrived.

Until then, Abba-Father,

I wait.

I wrestle.

I worship.