I could ask,
Abba,
Why?
You put us here
In the middle of the street
At rush hour.
We're going to get hit.
The traffic doesn't care.

I could ask,
Abba,
Why me?
You put me here
In the middle of the night
At hungry hour.
I'm going to get bit.
The tigers don't care.

I could ask,
But I won't.
There's no need,
You've already said.
You came
You died
You rose from the dead.

I could ask, 
But I won't
Your grace
Your love
Your tears
Are sufficient for me,
They alone have set me free.