Trust Me, will you?
He asked me," Will these dry bones live?"
I said,"O Lord God, You alone know"
And I saw, with flesh, skin and breath,
Yes, they got on their feet alive.
He asked me,"Will they see a little one?"
I said, "O Lord God, You alone know"
And I heard, "It's the sixth month for her who's called barren"
"Her waiting on the Lord was never in vain".
He asked me, "Can they be cured ever?"
I said, "O Lord God, You alone know"
And I saw the blind see, the lame walk and the deaf hear,
Praising the Lord for their whole, new sphere.
He asked me, "Can he have life again?"
I said, "O Lord God, You alone know"
And I saw the one who's once declared dead,
Now dining at the table by His side.
Then He asked me, "Trust Me, will you?
In your 'not- possible's and all of life's little nuances,
That when we walk together, I can show you wonders,
I've had a plan when I made you a being
I chose You even before you knew Me
I loved you before you did and still do
So, My child, trust Me, will you?"
