Feeble Halleluiah

I’m talking, I’m talking, then I stop to listen

All I hear is an echo- God what am I missing?

I try to be faithful, I try to be pure.

God, where are you now when my faith is unsure?

So I build up an alter- each stone is a memory

Of Your faithfulness, and of Your goodness to me

Tangible stones provided by You

When all I can offer is a feeble “Halleluiah”

I’m tossing, I’m turning.  The doubts close in tight

God, I really can’t handle another sleepless night

The voices of demons seem to drown out Your voice

I don’t want to listen, help me make the choice

To build up an alter- each stone is a promise

Of Your faithfulness and of Your loving kindness

These tangible stones have witness to bear

That You didn’t leave; You are still there

I may wander through deserts more vast than this one

And I pray that each time to the alter I’ll run

Where I’ll kneel by this alter- each stone a reminder

Of Your graciousness, and how You have provided

These tangible stones stand to remind me

That you are still present; You’re always beside me

These tangible stones have witness to bear

That You didn’t leave; You are still there

Tangible stones provided by You

When all I can offer is a feeble “Halleluiah”