There are times... when I fear God... when I can't see His hand in things. When I wonder to Him.. "Why?" "Why, Daddy? Why would you bring someone such pain? Why can't you get rid of the rain And make the sun shine on them again..." There are times when I don't understand When I don't see His master plan... When I can't... When it's nerve wracking to trust this Father A Father I can't see. But I know He's there. And there's a reason behind every tear-strewn prayer. I know His eyes see all That He watches us when we fall Like the sparrows... But there are times in my confusion When my mere mortal mind Sits down and asks Him, "Father... why?"