God, What if?

I woke up one recent morning with two songs chasing each other through my head.
(The following is the rendention in my head...the real lyrics will follow.)

God, sometimes you just don't come through,
God, sometimes you just don't come through.

But what if your wrong? What if there's more?
(repeat x10 or so)

Sometimes I just feel like nothing is working out. Sometimes I feel like I'm free falling and the hard unforgiving ground is coming up pretty quick. It's times like these that I think to myself, "Where is God right now, in the midst of all of this? Is He going to come through? If something doesn't happen soon there won't be much of me left. I'll go splat."

I fear the splat so it must be a bad thing, right? Or is it the splat that will be the beginning of the big "Ahh-haa" moment? So then I'm left to wonder, if I do go splat, is He real? Was it His blessing or His lesson, or is it just the chance of the good and bad breaks of life? God, what if you aren't real? What if you are?

Just a little thought to get those intellectual and spiritual parts of you stretched...

(oh, here's the full lyrics to the songs of Ms Amos and Ms Nordeman)

God, sometimes you just don't come through
God, sometimes you just don't come through
Do you need a woman to look after you
God, sometimes you just don't come through

You make pretty daisies, pretty daisies love
I gotta find what you're doing about things here
A few witches burning gets a little toasty here
I gotta find
Why you always go
When the wind blows

God, sometimes you just don't come through
God, sometimes you just don't come through
Do you need a woman to look after you
God, sometimes you just don't come through

Tell me you're crazy maybe then I'll understand
You got your 9 iron in the back seat just in case
You heard you've gone south
Well, baby, you love your new 4 wheel
I gotta find
Why you always go
When the wind blows

Will you even tell her
If you decide to make the sky fall
Will you even tell her
If you decide to make the sky fall

God, sometimes you just don't come through
God, sometimes you just don't come through
Do you need a woman to look after you
God, sometimes you just don't come through
--Tori Amos, God



What if you’re right?
And he was just another nice guy
What if you’re right?
What if it’s true?
They say the cross will only make a fool of you

And what if it’s true?
What if he takes his palace in history
With all the prophets and the kings
Who taught us love and came in peace
But then the story ends
What then?

But what if you’re wrong?
What if there’s more?
What if there’s hope you never dreamed of hoping for?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if He’s more than enough?
What if it’s love?

What if you dig, What if you dig
Way down deeper than your simple-minded friends
What if you dig?
What if you find
A thousand more unanswered questions inside
That’s all you find

What if you pick apart the logic
And begin to poke the holes
What if the crown of thorns is no more
Than folklore that must be told and retold

You’ve been running as fast as you can
You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long

But what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if He’s more than enough?
What if it’s love?
--Nichole Nordeman, What If?