"Where'd You go?" was what I asked,
When the rug had been pulled out again,
When I was too tired to try once more,
I wondered where You had been.
When I became too weary,
And the hope seemed no longer there,
When I made the molehills, mountains,
When it all seemed too much to bear;
I knew You couldn't have been there,
Because You wouldn't have let me fall,
What I had forgotten,
Was that I had to make the call.
That's when I started questioning,
"Why won't You help me through?"
In an instant there was an answer,
"I came when You asked me to."