Written when my mind was asking questions but my heart knew answers, but I know we all have questions that we’re too scared to ask. Written as if I was asking questions to my Savior.
Tell me why others have to die because of sickness
Tell me why others can be blinded to the truth
Tell me why my thoughts tend to look down on others
Tell me why my concerns are real and help me learn to feel again
Tell me why the sun shines as you please
Tell me why the sun shines on others, when I’m stuck in the rain
Tell me why the rain has helped me grow
Tell me why the people I loved turned their back on me I know it’s happened to you
Tell me why in the middle of the night I wake up terrified and cannot go back to sleep
Tell me why in the middle of the day I forget to remember that Your plan for me is good
Tell me why in the Bible people trusted you and help me; it could be the same today
Tell me why the monsters in my past, continue to haunt me
Tell me the story of the cross again
Tell me how much you love me
Tell me how much you hate it when I try to run away
Tell me how much you want to hold me in your lap