Why Did You Leave

I used to feel your comfort, Lord, as I read my scriptures each day.
I felt your Spirit abide in me, when I knelt by my bedside to pray.
In desperate times, when I called on you, guidance and faith you would send.
Giving me the strength I needed, so this broken heart could mend.
I felt you in my every hour, my soul never left alone to grieve.
But, now that my life is going so well, “Tell me Father, why did you leave?”
At first, I didn’t notice your absence, for the blessings you sent were so grand.
I thought you’d be pleased not to hear from me, calling on you to always lend a hand.
How relieved you must have been, I thought, that my needs were no longer so great.
Giving you the time you needed to focus on those whose prayers could not wait.
Now, as I listen for that still small voice of your spirit dwelling within me.
It seems I have to listen even harder. “Tell me Father, why did you leave?”
These thoughts go in and out of my mind, much more often that they used to.
Every time I’m feeling confused inside, my thoughts drift back to you.
I had drifted from Church awhile, so sure you would remember my name.
I longed to have you back in my life, wondering if it would be the same.
But I worried I wasn’t worthy enough to be a part of your fold once more.
How could I ever feel the love that you blessed me with before?
Could you really love me enough to grant my heart a reprieve?
This road I walk is so lonely now, “Tell me Father, why did you leave?”
Then one day I dusted off my scriptures and opened them up to read.
Peace and understanding held me, as your words filled my every need.
This is what my life was missing . . . the habit of your daily word.
To think I should carry on alone, was nothing but absurd.
Once again, I fall upon my knees, and ask my Father in prayer.
If only He will know my voice, I shall follow Him anywhere.
Then, I felt His arms around me and my heart did truly cleave.
I heard Him whisper, “Oh, my child, tell me, why did you leave?”