Lord, it’s not often that I understand your plan
And I think that’s fine, ‘cuz I’m just a man
Much wiser and smarter ones can stand
To tell why Isaiah just took off and ran
Maybe there’s another who can give the why
David did the sin but the baby had to die
It doesn’t seem right that a mother has to cry
For her son on a cross amid shouts of crucify
Job lost his family and he was a good dad
Peter denied you and for days he was sad
Joseph went to prison for being scantily clad
So how can I tell the good from the bad
Is there a way you can make clear to me
Why such awful injustice really has to be
We’re made in your image and can’t be free
Unless we believe, for us you died on the tree
So this trial that I’m in; this test I might fail
Is it for you glory like when Jonah set sail?
Can I be faithful if I complain and rail?
With faith like a blind man not knowing Braille?
Lord I know how you’ve delivered in the past
The things upon me have left me aghast
I’m not sure just how long you think I can last
My knees are weak and this straw is my last
Your promise, your word, I believe it is true
It says you protect me from what I’m really due
So lifting this trouble that’s keeping me so blue
Would help me to know when you are through
I guess I don’t need to understand it all
You’ve been more than fair since Adam’s fall
But I’d like to know what you shared with Paul
When you lit up his head and made him sprawl
You said he was chosen yet you left him blind
So he had to depend on others who were kind
His studies in the desert now come to mind
So what kind of answers was he able to find?
It would only take a minute for you to say
Words that would relieve my tortured way
Because I surely have not enjoyed one day
Of this strengthening test to help me obey
Still I want to be faithful; my aim is to please
I don’t like the cold; I’m so prone to sneeze
I’d rather be feeling a warm gentle breeze
Which is what it’d be like to see as God sees
John was given a revelation of what is next
So how about some word? or even a text
Is it best for your children to be so vexed?
Maybe I’m supposed to be this perplexed
So it’s getting late and I need some sleep
My eyes are dry there’s nothing left to weep
I don’t think I need something profoundly deep
Just a nudge of love for my faith to keep.
Lord, it’s not often that I understand your plan
And I think that’s fine, ‘cuz I’m just a man
I can’t make snow balls playing in the sand
So I’ll wait on you and do what I can.