
FREQUENCY
I tune in to my favorite radio station
With the flick of a button.
I know its frequency.
I don't expect to hear country music
On the Classical Band....
Any more than I expect to turn on a light
By reaching for the water faucet.
Strange then....
When God doesn't answer my prayers
.......or so I suppose...
I think myself unworthy.
Surely the same principle applies....
The same logic...
God isn't silent...
Nor does He broadcast on the call letters
Of lack - shame - or blame...
It's just me again...
Tuned into the wrong frequency.
Victoria 2006
Painting: Light Bulb by Justin
I tune in to my favorite radio station
With the flick of a button.
I know its frequency.
I don't expect to hear country music
On the Classical Band....
Any more than I expect to turn on a light
By reaching for the water faucet.
Strange then....
When God doesn't answer my prayers
.......or so I suppose...
I think myself unworthy.
Surely the same principle applies....
The same logic...
God isn't silent...
Nor does He broadcast on the call letters
Of lack - shame - or blame...
It's just me again...
Tuned into the wrong frequency.
Victoria 2006
Painting: Light Bulb by Justin