There’s no doubt that I’m a Christian; 
I know His blood runs through my veins.
There’s no doubt that He’s my Master;
I know where my Lord reigns.
Is it wrong to question the King of kings,
if not everything goes as planned
when you wake up in that hospital bed 
or you find out at work you’ve been canned?
Do you find yourself with tears in your eyes?
Is this a sign of weakness?
Have you been wearing your heart on your sleeve?
Has everyone taken advantage of your meekness?
Have you grown a little anxious waiting around
for those results and you finally get a bad report?
I ask the question—where’s Jesus?
Closer than He’s ever been.
Waiting to perform the miracle.
Waiting for you to ask and believe 
that He is who He says He is.
Is it wrong to question Him? No!
But why would we when He’s proven Himself 
over and over again?