Dear God, it hurts to not have someone wonder:
How are you, what’s happening,
how do you feel, what is important to you?
It hurts.

But You, dear God, You ask.
You ask everyday:
How are you child?
How are you feeling?
Tell me all about it.

I feel You saying: Come to Me,
I am always here,
always listening,
always strong,
always able.

Come, tell Me all about it.