Lyrics:

I put my bag inside the overhead bin
Then looked outside to see the dark
I gave a sigh as the plane took off
Still feeling the weight of the world on my soul
On my soul
On my soul
On my soul
Three baby squirrels lied on the ground
From the cedar tree my family chopped down
One was still alive, but likely to die
I held it in my hands and felt this fragile life
Why must helpless creatures die?
The same reason autism keeps a family up at night.
Autism, cancer, and sleepless nights
Followed by anger and teary eyes
Headbangs and tumors question our lives
“Do you still love God when things aren’t alright?”
Do you still love Him, the Author of salvation?
Do you still want Jesus to come back and save us?
Do you still love Him, the Author of salvation?
Do you still want Jesus to come back and save us?
How long will you forget me?
Forever? For all time?
Will you hide your face?
I am shaking in my tears
All my hope is dying out
Light up my eyes or I will die
I am beaten down
How long? How long?
How long will you withhold your love?
(When I Survey the Wondrous Cross)
When I survey the wondrous cross
on the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I count but loss
and pour contempt on all my pride