Unanswered Questions
Hey God, I didn't go to church on Sunday
And I don't feel guilty
I will pray in so many ways
When I go to work on Monday
Hey God, I went out to feed the homeless
And offer my friendship
I was blessed but so powerless
To give more than my presence
Do I have mercy for each hidden pain?
Do I have love to heal the hurts I make?
I have the gift to make music
And a story to sing
Hey God, I'm let down by the institution
And people we trusted
It's hard to feel like faith is real
When there's so much corruption
Hey God, I'm just glad I met some good priests
And brothers and sisters
And others who want justice too
Together we can make a difference
Do I have courage to stand up for truth?
Do I have gentleness to love them too?
I have the gift to make music
And a story to sing
The older I get, the more I feel
There's no black and white. That doesn't mean
There's no wrong and right, and in between, for us
Life is full and rich and good
And complex and misunderstood
And more meaningful than I can ever sing
Hey God, I seem to have so many questions
And they don't have answers
I'm happy if it stays like that
I'm content to live in mystery
Do I have faith in what I cannot feel?
Do I have knowledge in the in-between?
I have the gift to make music
And a story to sing
And I don't feel guilty
I will pray in so many ways
When I go to work on Monday
Hey God, I went out to feed the homeless
And offer my friendship
I was blessed but so powerless
To give more than my presence
Do I have mercy for each hidden pain?
Do I have love to heal the hurts I make?
I have the gift to make music
And a story to sing
Hey God, I'm let down by the institution
And people we trusted
It's hard to feel like faith is real
When there's so much corruption
Hey God, I'm just glad I met some good priests
And brothers and sisters
And others who want justice too
Together we can make a difference
Do I have courage to stand up for truth?
Do I have gentleness to love them too?
I have the gift to make music
And a story to sing
The older I get, the more I feel
There's no black and white. That doesn't mean
There's no wrong and right, and in between, for us
Life is full and rich and good
And complex and misunderstood
And more meaningful than I can ever sing
Hey God, I seem to have so many questions
And they don't have answers
I'm happy if it stays like that
I'm content to live in mystery
Do I have faith in what I cannot feel?
Do I have knowledge in the in-between?
I have the gift to make music
And a story to sing
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Writer(s): Danielle Lynch
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