maybe there's a loving God

"i'm trying to work things out.

i'm trying to comprehend.

am i the chance result of some great accident?

i hear a rhythm calling, the echo of a grand design.

i spend each night in the backyard staring up at the stars in the sky.

i have another meeting today, with my new counselor.

my mom will cry and say ' i don't know what to do with her. 

she is so unresponsive.

 i just cannot break through.

 she spends all night in the backyard staring up at the stars and the moon.' 

they have a a chart and graph of my despondency.

they want to chart a path for self recovery.

and want to know i am thinking what motivates my mood,

to spend all night in the backyard staring up at the stars and the moon.

maybe this was made for me,

for lying on my back in the middle of a field.

and maybe that's a selfish thought,

or maybe there's a loving God.

and maybe i was made this way to think, and to reason, and question and to pray.

and i have never prayed a lot, and maybe there's a loving God.

and maybe this was made for me, 

for lying on my back in the middle of the field.

and maybe that's a selfish thought,

or maybe there's a loving God.

and maybe i was made this way to think, and to reason, and question and to pray.

and i have never prayed a lot, and maybe there's a loving God."

sara groves/"maybe there's a loving God"/all right here

he made those things just to see us smile.

you smile.

he chose us.

chose you.

he made you just the way you are,

fully knowing sin would enter this world

and alter his "perfect" plan.

not because he wanted to watch you fall,

because he wanted to see you question and ask

yet come to the same conclusion - that you need him.

he chose us.

chose you.

he designed this for you.

for your delight and pleasure, and his glory.

wow.