Questions that We Wish We had Answers for

Why

Why was Life so hard?

 

Why was it so bleak?

 

How come Life was overjoyed

 

As it preyed upon the weak?

 

 

 

How did Satan reach us?

 

Why did we let him in?

 

Didn’t we understand

 

That he was the cause of sin?

 

 

 

Why was faith so difficult?

 

Why was doubt alive?

 

Why couldn’t we just recognize

 

That it kept us behind?

 

 

 

When did we reach the mountains

 

Of glory and of Life?

 

How did we climb from valleys

 

Far below the light?

 

 

 

And

 

Where were you, O Father,

 

As I searched for you alone?

 

Where were you, O Savior,

 

As I felt the first stone?

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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