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.
