Does God have a bleeding heart
Watching us fall apart
Does He just sit there and cry as more people die
Why doesn't He use His hand
To meet all of our demands
A roof over every head
Some food and a bed
Well I'm getting tired of waiting
I wonder if He knows
So we talked awhile
And I asked Him
He said He would
But He wouldn't tell me when
So I'm holding on to that answer
I'd best get back to being me again
If I ever had His job
I'd make all the bleeding stop
I'd make sure my heart was safe
Away from the pain
I'd rule with an open hand
I'd tell everyone my plan
I'd offer them no reply
So no one could die
But I think His way is better
I wish He'd tell me why
So we talked awhile
And I asked Him
He said He would
But He wouldn't tell me when
So I'm holding on to that answer
I'd best get back to being me again
Who am I? (Why don't we look inside?)
Do I hold the world? (Could you make it right?)
I think I could (When will you see the light?)
I wish I could (Why don't you try?)
Well I'm getting tired of waiting
I wonder if He knows?
So we talked awhile
And I asked Him
He said He would
But He wouldn't tell me when
So I'm holding on to that answer
I'd best get back to being me again