Whatcha doing on this cold winter night?
Are You cringing, watching unbelievers continue their fight?
Are You thinking of the one that left the ninety-nine?
Are You wishing You could just throw them back in line?
There’s that one thing You cannot do
Is make them praise and worship You
Whatcha doing on this foggy, dreary day?
Is it hard to believe how many have gone astray?
They rant and rave that You don’t exist
Until trouble comes, calling out Your name as they resist
Free will You gave to us all
How hard it must be to watch some fall
Whatcha doing on this wet, rainy day
Watching their backs turned from You as they walk away?
Don’t they know? Don’t they care?
You’re the Creator of the water and the air!
Oh, to see their faces, to hear them shout
If You ever had to make the stones cry out