When I cry, “ Lord  why?”

When with anger I cry, “ Lord why?”
“Why is this happening?”
Your answer comes,
“Don’t worry, all things work together for good to those that love Me.”

When I say: “Lord, I can’t understand what’s going on, why?
My Lord answers; “My thoughts are not your thoughts.

When with despair I cry, “Lord, why am I alive?”
You say, “I knew you before you were born,
I meant for you, I have something special for you.
Hang on my child.

“And Lord, there is nothing else for me to say,
but Lord, Your will not mine!”

 

Written on the 1st of July 2002
by Cherith 

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