He answers quick what can I say, Down one day up the next. Can't explain it, it's spiritual, not from a text. Answered so fast I couldn't think, Would have missed it, if I would've blinked. Going around in circles at my wits end, Wanted to get off the ride, tired of the spin. Turned and turned, I couldn't turn anymore, Wanted to be planted, solid, on the floor. Cried out in anger and in hurt. Cried out in desperation and lost hope; Didn't have the energy to stand, not even to cope. He answered quick like a thief in the night. All the wrongs I had He made right. He answered my questions despite, I was told never question Him. Why can't I question what's real? "Ask and it shall be given unto you..." That's what He said. So I'm suppose to ignore the questions in my head? Can't do it! No way! It won't be done! Too much to gain, Can't quit until the race is won.