Questions

Dear God, I was hoping we could talk.

I know it's been too long, but you said your door was always open.

I've just got a few questions, and for your wisdom I was hoping.

Why am I here?

What is my purpose?

Why does it seem like sometimes I don't deserve this?

Are you proud of me? Even though sometimes I know I let you down?

I've got a goal in life, and together we can accomplish it somehow.

When I kneel to pray, do you hear me?

Even when my pride stops me from hearing you too clearly?

I know in many ways I'm just not living right.

Sometimes I want to give up, but you said that heaven's worth the fight.

Why am I so strong, but so weak sometimes?

Why do I just want to claim defeat sometimes?

I want to get to know you, but there so much that I go through.

My friends have given up so you're the only one I go to.

Despite all the hype, I'm trying to see the light.

Lately I can't handle, so I'm on my knees tonight.

So few answers, but yet so many questions.

I try my best, but I don't know where I'm destined.

If tonight were my last, how would you say I've lived?

Even though our nature has embedded us in sin.

So I begin to pray that you'll help show me the way.

Can you help me be a better man, and worthy of existence?

I do what I can, but can't succeed without assistance.

So many questions about what I'm going through.

But I know that the only real answers lie with you.