| What if my daughter gets a fever while I’m out here on the road?
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| What if this kind of life I lead is damaging in ways I do not know?
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| What if I can never find a place where I can truly be myself?
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| What if I never chase my dreams and leave them sitting on the shelf?
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| What if I already missed my prime and get passed by for someone else?
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| What if the world doesn’t end when the fears come true?
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| What if we have what we need to make it through?
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| There is manna from heaven and mercies new
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| What if God is still here in this desert too?
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| Every morning I am full of hope like Lazarus up from the grave
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| But by the time I fall in bed I’m burdened by a heavy weight
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| From picking up what isn’t mine 'til I feel like there’s no escape
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| What if I believed that God would meet me in my trouble and my pain
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| And all the truth that’s in my head would move down to my heart and then
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| I shall not want for anything and finally be at peace again
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| What if the world doesn’t end when the fears come true?
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| What if we have what we need to make it through?
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| There is manna from heaven and mercies new
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| What if God is still here in this desert too?
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| What if all my life I wrestle with my worry and anxiety?
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| What if the thorn deep in my side is only there to help me see
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| That though I never ask for it, the desert is God’s gift to me?
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| What if the world doesn’t end when the fears come true?
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| What if we have what we need to make it through?
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| There is manna from heaven and mercies new
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| What if God is still here in this desert?
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| God is still here in this desert too |