Where a patient heart should lie.
Hate turns a prayer
Into a cry.
The Devil’s grasp
Is blind to the prey.
All they know is their suffering
From day to day.
Why Lord?
Why the struggles? Why the pain?
Why Lord?
Why Father? Why so many slain?
My eyes are only human
And flesh makes up my heart.
I know I’m not wise enough to see Your plan,
I only seek where to start.
Where do You get Your strength?
Where do I get mine?
Where would I be
Without Your love Divine?
I’m lost, confused,
Tattered and broken.
Why do not my stubborn ears
Truly hear what You’ve spoken?
How can You forgive me
After all that I have done?
How can so many hateful hearts
Be worth Your only Son?
Age 15