Has life bounced you around like a ball?
And each time harder seems to be the fall?
You wish soon all this would be imished, And your weary soul would be replenished.
Why does this continue on this way?
Will I be able to take this one more day?
Must I have to face this all alone?
If I am out of Your will let it be known.
For me it seems to always be an uphill go.
And what tomorrow holds I sure don't know.
Lord, why from me are You staying hid?
Reveal to me if there is anything against You I did.
Why are You always so far away?
Or, are You just too busy to come when I pray? I was sure hoping soon there would be a break.
But it seems my own way I will have to take.
I thought You were a God who cared.
And that my troubles with You could be shared.
But if I have to wait too long,
Will I have the strength and energy to press on?
Does it not matter to You the way I feel?
Do You not want to come, touch me and heal?
Is all my life going to be this way?
In this condition must I always stay?
And you thought you were facing all this alone.
And you think My love was not shown.
Since your conception I have been with you all the time.
And will be until the day of your sublime.

A conversation took place in Heaven long ago.
Who can I send to earth? Who will go?
A mission there I have in mind.
The people are not always loving and kind.
They will put a crown of thorns on Your head.
They will rejoice when You are dead.
It will take love for them when You go.
They will be cruel to You, I know.
The One that goes will be spit upon.
The people there will treat You wrong.
They will slap You on the face.
And try to disgrace.
You have never known such pain.
You must die but I will raise You up again.
It will be a great sacrifice to go there. Their sins, on a cross, You must bear.
This is not a pleasure trip.
Your garments from You, they will strip.
To the people on earth, You must preach the Word.
Then send them until everyone has heard.
Nothing short of death will do.
And everything will depend on You.
You will suffer humiliation and shame.
For their wrongs, You must bear the blame.
The people there will hang You on a tree.
N ow who will go and that sacrifice be?
So Jesus came and died and suffered all that pain; The price it took for us to be born again.