Dear Jesus, I’ve got questions, (Edit)

Dear Jesus, I’ve got questions, Some thoughts, and a few suggestions And there might be a confession, But we’ll see I wonder why so much is bad In a world where so much makes me glad? And in the memories that I have Why did so many have to be so sad? I wonder why you didn’t end The hypocrisy and the pretend More quickly, with more time to send Someone to help me mend And just for me, for Little Me Looking down on us, did you also see The many things I tried to flee? So why did you just let them be? My thoughts are jumbled, to be clear But I think I see a pattern here: Confusion, questions pain and fear. I see at least that through my tears. [musical bridge] My suggestions won’t surprise you, Lord I’ll bet you’ve heard these ones before What if you found a way to store My past behind a massive door Until I was safe to explore What happened. What if you found a way to mend The broken, and to send All sins so far around the bend We would not deal with them again. What if you found a way to show That when we harvest what others sow You’re right here with us, down below You’re right here with us, in our woe. What if you found a way to heal With love, and hope, and make unreal The legacy of wounds that steals So that in the end, you’d finally deal with all that is so sad. What if you finally rebuild all of creation, reconciled, Free of the curse; no one defiled God’s all in all, and so this child Can rest. [outro, quiet] I’ll lay my questions down I’ll lay my worries down If You’re healing all things in the end If Your love gets the final word I will rest now I will rest now