It’s not that we don’t believe You’re good because we know You are. It’s not that we don’t believe You can heal because we know You can. It’s just that we ask ourselves if You have her best in mind, And by association, our best. Not doubt exactly, but frozen waiting for Your next move Even while begging You to take this cup from her. Can we yield to the nevertheless-not-our-will And trust Your goodness without knowing Your plan? Because it’s not our understanding of her good, But Yours, O Restorer, Redeemer, that’s tucked into Your promise.