I look unto the heavens,
And, God, I wonder why?
Why, if you’re so holy, did you make a girl like me?

I can’t imagine why, oh LORD,
Why am I in your plan?
Why, a simple, sinful girl, with faults so plain to see?

In Your Word you tell the truth--
A truth that never dies;
Yet truth that seems to contradict myself, LORD can it be?

You tell me that I’m chosen,
That for me you have a job,
That you can use this broken girl, if only I agree.

The Weeping Willow

Why do you weep, oh weeping willow?

Why do I weep? I, the weeping willow?

I weep for the son of mankind

Who was killed on my kind.

Why do you sing, oh stone of the earth?

Why do I sing? I, the stone of the earth?

I sing for the son of the LORD

Who could not be stopped, though his blood was poured.

Why do you laugh, oh flower of the field?

Why do I laugh? I, the flower of the field?

I laugh for the Savior, who came to save.