I question what this world wants me
To hold in high regard,
And I question the validity of
What it sees as stars;
And I question fables I’ve been fed
In over half the books I’ve read,
I question what the teacher said
About who and what we are.
And I question if America
Will ever find her way,
If she even knows that she is lost
Or how far she has strayed;
And I question if she will return
And rebuild bridges she has burned,
Embrace the love that she has spurned,
The One she has betrayed.
Yes I question if this nation puts
Its trust in God above;
If its motives, words or actions
Find their roots in Holy Love;
And I question if its leaders,
Its writers or its readers
Could be classified as kneelers
When discussion time has come.
Why I question even I, myself;
Can I do what is best?
And I question my ability
To forgive and forget;
Yes I question my fidelity
To He who holds my destiny,
My then, my now, eternity;
The One who paid my debt.
And I question why’s and where’s and what’s
I question cants and cans;
And I question everything I see,
Or think I understand;
And I question anyone who says
That they can show me evidence
That life is good and it makes sense
Without the nail-scarred hands,
Of the only One that I don’t question
And I never will; He’s the
Source of my redemption, Son of God,
The One we killed. I will
Question not His story, I will
Question not His glory, nor the
Love that He has for me, or
His act upon the hill of Calvary.