Whatcha doing on this cold winter night?
Are You cringing, watching unbelievers continue their fight?
Are You thinking of the one that left the ninety-nine?
Are You wishing You could just throw them back in line?
There’s that one thing You cannot do
Is make them praise and worship You
Whatcha doing on this foggy, dreary day?
Is it hard to believe how many have gone astray?
They rant and rave that You don’t exist
Until trouble comes, calling out Your name as they resist
Free will You gave to us all
How hard it must be to watch some fall
Whatcha doing on this wet, rainy day
Watching their backs turned from You as they walk away?
Don’t they know? Don’t they care?
You’re the Creator of the water and the air!
Oh, to see their faces, to hear them shout
If You ever had to make the stones cry out
A New Life 
Powerful poem, Amy! Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you! I was worried I made Jesus appear a bit powerless, but He really cannot make us cry out and praise Him.
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Not at all. You are right. It more moved me to conviction. I was reminded of Proverbs 15:3 “The eyes of the Lord are in every place, beholding the evil and the good.” Really, it’s up to us what we’re going to do with the time allotted and in any given moment..
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Amen!
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Oh Lord, give them ears to hear and eyes to see You! Without Him we can do nothing; with Him, all things are possible!
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Amen my Kathy!
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Fantastic poem Amy…Thanks so much for sharing this blessing with us! 🙏
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Thank ya!
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I loved the way you did this, Amy! How many times have we wondered what God was doing? What He was up to. What broke His heart. 💜💔
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Thanks…i often wonder what He’s up to. When I call people, I always ask, what are you doing? I guess I’m a nosey sort!
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