I Ask You “Why?”

My God, my God, I ask You, "Why"
this world's in disarray?
So many souls are lost, dear LORD,
and cannot find their way.

There's violence and bitterness,
abhorrence, anger, greed.
So many wander aimlessly—
this world is in great need. . .

We need a helping hand, dear LORD,
one You can provide.
Please lift us up from all this mess—
there's no place we can hide.

There's darkness lurking o'er the land
that searches for its prey.
Come shelter us beneath Your wing—
make evil go away.

Please dress us in Your armor, LORD,
with every passing day.
Defend us from the enemy—
through Jesus Christ I pray.

Books by Kristine Stanton

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