Just to feel Your presence would mean so much, Even to the smallest little touch.
At times You seem so far away,
Why do You go off and stay?
There are times of difficulty You let us go through, And I wonder sometimes why about that too.
Why does it seem I have been forsaken?
And even my faith is shaken.
What have I done that caused You to leave?
Did I do something that caused You to grieve?
Then why so suddenly were You gone?
Lord, what is wrong?
I will never leave You, it does not seem that way.
I can't seem to get in touch with You when I pray.
When I call why have You not heard?
I cry out, yet You utter not a word.
So Lord when are You going to return?
Should there be a reason for concern?
To feel Your presence I so desperately need.
My cry, won't You now heed?
How much longer Lord will You be gone?
I am so tired and weary, can I go on?
You have been away for so long,
Why won't You return, why are You still gone.
You don't have to think I went away. I was looking after you day after day. Through it all you stayed on course, I am and always will be your source.

I need to know if those things about You are true.
I need to know if those things You did do.
I need to know what this is all about.
Because in my mind there remains a doubt.
I need to know if in all this You had a hand. And if You did create the seas and the land.
Or if all this came about by chance.
And over time, things began to advance.
I need to know if You are real.
If You did touch people and heal.
I need to know if sins You can forgive.
And if You raised the dead and they live.
I need to know what good it would do to die on a tree.
Why God would want this to be.
I need to know, something like this I cannot see.
And to know what good all this would do me.
I need to know why You would care.
And how Your life with me You could share.
I need to know why this You would do.
I just need to know if all this is true.
The things the prophets wrote about Me were not lying.
Search them; they tell of My birth and dying. A sacrifice is required; it you could not give.
So I had to die, or you could not live.
About all this you want to know.
All these things I did long ago.
I did suffer and die on that tree.
All because I love thee.