Sometimes I ask God, my rock-solid God,
"Why did you let me down? Why am I walking around in tears, harassed by enemies?"
They're out for the kill, these tormentors with their obscenities, Taunting day after day,
"Where is this God of yours?"
Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?
Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God soon I'll be praising again.
He puts a smile on my face.
He's my God
What's giving me strength today.