Sometimes disillusioned,
I know I should not,
That God guides my path,
With His mighty hand.
Why do we stumble, struggle?
Why do we have to endure hard times?
Well, it is a fallen world after all...
Yet in You we abide, oh Lord?
When we were young,
Full of hope, full of trust,
Now, how do we cope?
Let it out, speak it out.
Hold my hand oh God,
Lift me high again,
To see the promises you have made,
To see the plans you have laid.
