You tell me, everything has its place,
A book on a bookshelf,
A couch cushion on a couch,
And you, right here, exactly where you are.
But right where I am, nobody needs me.
Right where I am, nobody loves me.
For what purpose have you placed me here?
I have eagerly waited for your command,
For Your voice in the solitude and the silence,
But I am left here wandering in the wilderness.
I cry out to You in despair and say,
Father, where are You?
I am here as you desire me to be,
But I want to be in Your loving embrace,
For I don’t understand why I am here.
I am an empty vessel,
Desiring for You to use me,
Yet, I am stuck where I am not needed,
I am alone and confused—
Why have you abandoned me?
You tell me, everything has its place,
But in the Body of Christ, where do I belong?
Perhaps I am a skin cell that protects the body,
A shoulder for people to lean on,
Or part of an arm that mobilised.
How can it be that I am part of the body,
When I have been silenced and sidelined?
Perhaps it is a funny joke I do not understand—
Where I appear to belong temporarily,
Like food that gives nourishment to a body,
And the leftovers are excreted on the other side.
You tell me, everything has its place,
But I—
I do not have a place.
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