inspired by a T-shirt design by Nic Black
What is man that You are mindful of him,
the son of man that You visit him?
Are You mindful of man, of me?
Because God, on the face of it,
it hardly seems so!
These dangers, doubts, disillusionments —
i despair of this world fraught with despair —
i cannot face it any longer.
And only Job is my comforter
as i cry out with him,
“Why, Lord? Who are You?
Save face! Show Yourself!”
i hear no reply.
Instead, i turn to see a face —
streaked with tears,
caked in blood,
crowned with thorns —
the face of God that assures me
He does care
i do matter
I AM loved