It’s Not Mine To Question
Why do good people get sick and die;
many of them; dying so young;
why do sparrows; flock together; to fly;
or a mother lose her son?
Why do hurricanes; lash their fury ashore;
their floodwaters invading the sands;
why do the rich take advantage of the poor;
are these all a part of Gods plans?
Why do we seek to become in command;
can’t we conceive a Father’s role;
what makes us think we can ever demand;
we’re not God; just a part of his soul.
Why is it so difficult to love and forgive;
hate is strictly forbidden;
God has commanded the way we’re to live;
don’t we want, ourselves, forgiven?
God has comunicated how we must love;
his orders were not open to questions;
handing down stone tablets from above;
commandments; not suggestions.
All of the unanswered questions of life;
are there; before our eyes;
it wasn’t the Master who spread such strife;
over truths; we’ve come to despise.
We’re created out of love; in God’s image;
ultimate truths are not a suggestion;
we’re babies; born of the Master’s lineage;
none of it’s mine to question.
Monty 6/17/24. # 2,161