Murky

I feel like I am in a lake,

Going no where, I’d like to scream.

As I swim around, the water becomes greyer and greener with each passing day.

Some days it gets so murky, that I cannot see my own hand,

Let alone the faith, that once grew on land.

My faith in You, feels like it is growing so very meek.

You, who are trustworthy, honorable, and true.

You always come through on your promises.

You never let me down.

As I sit idle in that water, I feel compelled to swim to the surface where there is air.

Above the surface, I will be able to see.

That’s what I don’t like about down here,

Here I am blind and I cannot see.

But you say be patient, just sit back and wait.

I’ll be honest with You,

I’m trying, but I wonder if I can.