Why me? I hear her moan;

Why this broken mess?

Why am I all alone—

toiling daily, while he’s free?

Why, why, why, God?

Why me?

Why me? I look above;

Why do you never quit?

Why do you love, love,

love me? You never flee,

You take delight…Why, God?

Why me?

Why me? I hear her cry;

Why all of my friends?

Why doesn’t someone try

to love me in all my debris?

Will no man choose me, God?

Why me?

Why me? I look around;

Why his lavish love?

It overwhelms, astounds,

builds up, inspires, sets free.

Why I whisper, Why, God?

Why me?