If the hairs on my head are numbered

Why did you let them fall

I thought you counted each of them

If by your stripes I am healed

But the disease hasn’t left

When will the healing come?

If you supply all we need

According to your riches in glory

Then why do people die from hunger?

If they are weak but He is strong

Then why do the shots get louder?

I search in your Word to find the answer

You never promised the dark wouldn’t come

You knew what we needed.

How you’ve been my God!

My refuge, my portion.

The lowest of times, I wasn’t alone.

You sent Jesus.

To rescue, redeem.

And though I may cry

On the earth as it is,

My hope

is in Heaven.