Whenever you find yourself Smack-dab in the middle of trouble, Then you cry out for help Because of mean and mighty men. Remember just how you felt, So sad, and your worries had doubled Then you cried out for help, Then you were free to live again.
But have you ever said, "Where is my Maker?" The One who gives me songs in the night. Who gives me the courage to live right, Who even makes me wiser than The birds in the heavens, Call on Him your precious in His sight.
Whenever you were hard pressed The walls would begin to surround you. Then you cried out for help Like all those other times before. You said that you needed rest, It came and it finally found you. As you cried out for rest There was a hand to reassure.
But have you ever said, "Where is my Maker?" The One who gives me songs in the night. Who gives me the courage to live right, Who even makes me wiser than The birds in the heavens, Call on Him your precious in His sight.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
