So often I feel like I know You,
That I know who You are
Because of Your goodness and grace.
Your blessings show me that You are present
And that You are God of heaven and earth.
But when the blessings seem to dissipate
And Your silence becomes deafening,
When the unanswered prayers weigh heavy on my heart,
The dark hour casts shadows on Your face,
What then?
Can I still claim to serve a gracious Father?
Can I know without doubt that You still remain?
Can I give You praise when the darkness blinds me,
Waiting for my disbelief?

God, You are God
When the blessings surround me,
And God, You are God
When the goodness of your love
Is not so clearly evident to me.