Does God know the pain
with which I’m slain?
Does He know what it’s like to live without
And how if feels to be left out?
Can He change Himself to be like us, in our despair?
Has He ever suffered beneath a disgruntled stare?
I wonder if He sees what I suffer
Or does He prefer to hide behind a buffer?
I wish I could see Him in all the chaos
I don’t think I sense Him up on the cross!
I wish I could ask Him something but “why?”
If only I knew how not to cry.
But I have to believe all that I do, He understands
and no matter my failures, for me He stands.
In this is my hope, and my only true strength
My God’s love is assured me and knows no limits in length!
I will look forward with hope and make this my song:
My Lord is my Savior; and in Him I belong.