Why am I always thinking
you judge my doubts and fears
When questions are so many
from those you hold so dear?
David, Korah, Solomon,
Asaph, and Moses, too,
Called out with many questions
directed unto you.
From deep pain and lonely days
and times they thought you fled
To breath ‘fore their earthen graves
where last each lay their head,
All these men held on to you
through stages of their lives
Yet questioned what you’re doing
with love through life’s long strife.
I’m sure they weren’t all perfect
and living without sin,
Yet in your steadfast loving,
you cleansed them from within.
So can I look unto them
to guide me through each day?
And will you still take questions
from me along life’s way?
Just as you have led them all
with steady and sure hand,
Will you move me onward now
and to your holy land?
Lord, help me in my questions
to know your steadfast love,
A love that guides this blind man
with sure hand from above.
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