I look into the Father's eyes
And wrestle with a thousand whys
Why this? Why now? Why him, not I?

The hurt, the rage, unbridled pain
Erupting from my soul again.
If that's the way it's going to be
Then build Your Kingdom without me.

But then, again, where could I go
To hear a word of hope, and know
The promise that beyond the pain
The ballad has a glad refrain?
But what for now? And how can one
Still vocalize "Thy will be done"?

And soon I hear a song begin,
Celestrial, but from deep within,
A new yet ancient melody
Of joy and pain, disharmony.
Or do the strains combine somehow,
A lovely paradox of sound?

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by David B. Biebel If God is so Good, Why do I hurt so bad?