Why (Live)

God, I wanna find you in all of the needles that have killed potential lives
And I wanna find You in all of the men that left their children and their wives
Well, I wanna find You in every lung and liver that from addiction have died
Oh God, I wanna find You in every situation that asks the question "Why?"

Well, I don't know why we are here
If we can't wipe away the tears
Of all the broken hearts that cry
And I don't know what I can do
To point these lost souls back to You
But God, I trust You in the why

God, I wanna find You in all the cut up wrists of teens who shouldn't have a knife
And I wanna find You in all of the sheets where the prostitutes have laid
Well, I wanna find You in all of the bullets found in suicidal lives
God, I wanna find You in every situation that asks the question "Why?"

Well, I don't know why we are here
If we can't wipe away the tears
Of all the broken hearts that cry
And I don't know what I can do
To point these lost souls back to You
But God, I trust You in the why

But I know that what we thought we destroyed You still restored
Yes, what we thought we destroyed You still restored
Well, what we thought we destroyed You still restored
Yes, what we thought we destroyed You still restored

Well, I don't know why we are here
If we can't wipe away the tears
Of all the broken hearts that cry (Ooh)
And I don't know what I can do
To point these lost souls back to You
But God, I trust You in the why