Sometimes when we want Him the most, it seems like God doesn’t show. When we need comfort, or guidance, or deliverance, or answers — we pray and we wait. And wait. And pray and wait some more. Have you ever felt this way?
There’s a song out right now by The Fray called “You Found Me” that captures this sorrow of humanity waiting for God’s divine hand. I found God on the corner of first and Amistad, Where the west was all but won, All alone, smoking his last cigarette. I said where you been, He said ask anything. “Where were you? When everything was falling apart, All my days were spent by the telephone. It never rang, and all I needed was a call that never came.”
I’m not going to try to explain it, because I can’t. But all around us people are praying and waiting by that divine telephone. Can you feel the sorrow?
Lost and insecure. You found me, you found me. Lying on the floor. Surrounded, surrounded. Why’d you have to wait? Where were you, where were you? Just a little late, you found me, you found me.