Today my faith has come up dry,

My mind plagued with questions why

Since you care for the sparrows' needs

You've not answered my desperate plea?

And why if you know the hairs on my head

You still ignored all that good I did?

Because, though I know there's no formula for us,

In my heart of hearts, I did so trust

That the words in Your Word were true;

And if I simply asked of you--

You'd hold up your end of the bargain.

And if I'd know all of this then,

Trusted in my humanness instead,

What would look different?