Count the cost and then you'll see
the cost of all is following me.

The suffering and pain we see all around
how can it all on this earth abound
when we know with truth that comes from above
the One who saves, the One who loves?
How can we see the pain so real
and sit and watch and just sit still?
How can we know the One who heals
and just watch the world suffer?

When will it be that I can help?
When will it be that I will live?
When will it be that my heart will matter,
in his hands? In his hands?

When will it be that I will know
what the future holds for us below?
When will it be that I can see
just what it means to have victory
when all I see around
is how suffering does abound?
When will we see the coming King
and know his works everlasting?
When will we know the grace bestowed
and the Kingdom that is at hand?
When will we know?

When will I know the part that I'll play
upon this earth while here I stay?
When will I know the difference I'll make?
When will I know what path to take?
When will I know? When will I know,
the difference of him in me?