Why are there hard times?
Why are their lives harder than mine?
Why are they dying
with nobody trying
to tell them it gets better?

And if they've heard,
why didn't they learn?
They're hungry and poor,
maybe tired and sore,
but chose to ignore hope.

The weight of the world on my shoulders.
Only God can move these boulders.
I don't even know
where else to go.
But I know where I'm headed.

I want them all to come.
I want them to know love.
They could be free
if only they could see
this light in the dark.

Show them how to open their eyes.
Tell them to look to the skies.
And when they pray,
they can't see the gray.
Only God can make the storms pass.

With Him or without,
there's rain and there's drought.
You know why it comes
and Who it's from
when you have that faith.

I just don't understand
why you wouldn't if you can?
I wish I knew
what to do
and why they didn't listen.

God has everything worked out,
but I want to know what it's about.
How long is the wait
until that planned date,
and what do I do until then?

Father, show me my part.
Show me, where do I start?
Why don't people care?
What do I share?
Lord - Here am I, send me.