Why Lord?
Why, Lord, why?
Why do I keep having to ask why?
Why do people have to live then die?
Why do they not see that what they're living by is a lie?
Why do people have to live in hurt?
Why is there so much pain?
Why do the good times start to roll
Only to turn into a season of pain?
Being a soldier for the Lord seems to bring trials and tribulation.
Each and every day I live is filled with emulation.
The world against the Word
Every single day I try
To walk uprightly in Your sight
And help be the light to every Gentile's eye.
Sometimes it seems as though my light is fading
Dwindling, fading away
At times I just want to give up the fight
But yet I don't want to go astray
And turn my back on my very first Love
Who came down to Earth from His heavenly throne high above
Upon this same One, the Holy Spirit descended like a dove
And it is this same Savior who before I was even formed into a thought
cared and showed me love
Of this fact I must be reminded
Never get too high minded
To think that I am in control and on top of the world
I might not understand everything, but I remain
forever my Daddy's babygirl.
So when I sit alone and begin asking myself why
I must put on the mind of Christ and remember that I am the apple of
my Father's eye
Father God, my Redeemer, this prayer comes straight from I
Oh Lord God please, Daddy please hear my cry!
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