by Randall Goodgame
Late at night I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
Sometimes I'm so tired I don't even try
Seems everything around me fails
But I hold onto the promise
That there is a reason
Late at night the darkness makes it hard to see
The history of the saints who've gone in front of me
Through famine, plague, and disbelief
His hand was still upon them
'Cause there is a reason
He makes all things good
There's a time to live, a time to die
A time for wondering, to wonder why
'Cause there is a reason
There is a reason
I believe that God who sent His only Son
To walk upon this world and give His life for us
With blood and tears on a long dark night
And know that he believed
There is a reason
The lonely nights, the broken hearts
The widow's mite in the rich man's hand
And the continent whose blood becomes a traitor
A child afraid to close his eyes
The prayers that seem unanswered
There is a reason
He makes all things good
There's a time to live, a time to die
A time for wondering, to wonder why
'Cause there is a reason
There is a reason
Thursday, July 9, 2009
There Is a Reason
Labels: Caedmon's Call, contentment, destiny, God, hope, melancholia
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