Waiting for God at the Edge

If God could stop my heart from breaking,

Why am I still in pain?

If God could erase all my tears,

Why am I still in dismay?

If the sun still rises each new day,

Why must I be in such disarray?

If I hold onto all of God’s promises,

Why do I still feel this way?

Perhaps God can do all these things

Paint the sky with vibrant hints of love

Sing to me with the birds perched up above

Wrap His arms around the little children

And wait for me to come running.

But what if there’s something to gain from pain?

An aching heart can mend another

The presence of a soul who truly understands

The longing to rest in God’s own hands.

Yes, God can cure the worst of nightmares

That spark to life like wildfire

Scorching our hope and singeing our pride

Until we’re at the height of being alive.

God allows us to reach the edge of the cliff

But He holds our hands so we don’t drift.

Perhaps His presence is enough

To satisfy the wish for the whirling to stop

And instead to remember that no matter what

Through tears and aches and pains

That God is right here

Loving, faithful, patient, and true

Always the same, right here for me and you.

You have not come to a mountain that can be touched and that is burning with fire; to darkness, gloom and storm;

But you have come to Mount Zion, to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem. You have come to thousands upon thousands of angels in joyful assembly, ²³ to the church of the firstborn, whose names are written in heaven. You have come to God, the Judge of all, to the spirits of the righteous made perfect, ²⁴ to Jesus the mediator of a new covenant, and to the sprinkled blood that speaks a better word than the blood of Abel.

Hebrews 12:18, 22-24