Hello

My pulse is a puzzle with pieces misplaced

a hazy maze running breakneck pace

I chase Your grace but the grace outraced

faith tripped twice and fell on its face

Why pain on repeat? Why grief on delay?

Why trials on trials with no end to relay?

Why give me foresight just halfway

like prophecy’s ghost got left in May

You hand me the hint but never the key

the outline formed but never the degree

a scientist soul in a spirit decree

still praying to prove what I cannot see

Why let a child grow shaped in ache

built on the breaks that trauma makes?

Then call a woman lost for her every mistake

when it’s the wounds that first taught her to quake?

I’m not trying to spark offense

but I’m stuck between faith and inference

between holy fear and intelligence

where the data conflicts with reverence

I keep Your Name still on my lips

but my logic trips on the apocalypse

You can part the clouds and create an eclipse

but never the storms or battleships

You let me sense the shadows near

To track the fear and hear the warning in my ear

but never clear the atmosphere

Why walk by faith through shattered glass

each step a test I didn’t ask?

Why write my fate in overcast

then punish me for falling last?

I don’t want to question You

but my heart still argues whats even true

my neurons spark like residue

from every night You pulled me through

Why can’t insight meet the scene?

Or connect the chaos to the theme?

Explain what all these fractures mean?

not on the shattered glass

but a clear screen

Until You speak in fuller ways

I tread this world in pain disguised as praise

Hoping for a way out of the daze

still searching for Your name

in haze