Asking, Seeking, Knocking

I thought I knew You
But knew another instead
Junk food for the soul
Not nutritiously fed

Eating.

My spirit grew fat on the sugar
And my health deteriorated
On the outside I looked healthy
But inside the lies saturated

Dying.

Then I was fed with Truth
Junk food tasted sweet
But I didn’t want to die –
I drank the milk and moved to meat

Fighting.

I felt as if I weren’t on solid ground
But were standing on sinking sand.
Like the floor was not sound
And I had no helping hand.

ASKING.

What is truth
And what is lies
Who is the Rock?
Oh hear my cries!

Praying.

I trusted no one, feeling like
I went from a dream to awake.
Is this You or is that You?
Which is real? What is fake?

SEEKING.

You will reveal Yourself
To those who seek
That was a promise