Oh, God where is your grace? I don’t feel it right now. How can you sustain me? God, please tell me how.
I’ve always trusted you. My faith has been strong. Look at what you’ve put me through; Oh, what have I done wrong?
*Where is the salvation that you promised? If not from this, what will you save me from? Oh, I prayed for a miracle, but still I am left without a son.
I do not feel your comfort. I feel anger. I feel pain. Some say that this is what you went through, but I don’t think it’s quite the same.
Oh, why’d you make the world this way? I don’t think I can endure it. They say that pain brings compassion, but without pain there’s no need for it.
*chorus
so once again I ask, “Where are you in all of this?” How can I believe you care when it feels like you’re not there?
And God I’ve never prayed like I prayed for my son. Paul says to pray without ceasing, and I didn’t stop—not once.
*chorus
I laid my hands on his chest and prayed that he would take a breath, that his body would work as it should. You would heal him. I know you would.
Yet, still we’re left here with emptiness in our hearts, pain in our chests
no baby in our arms.
*chorus
What explanation can you give
You can blame adam end eve
but there was no sin in my son
God, you should've saved Easton
