Sometimes I Think Its God's Doing

SOMETIMES I THINK ITS GOD’S DOING It’s strange, the rugged roads we’ve traveled Bearing the treacherous loads with a love That remains unraveled. But social status would have its worldly way; And splintering society would gradually split Us astray— Now we eternally ponder with what to say When meeting on another bereavement day. Who would have thought we would ever part; Interwoven like the water and salt of the sea? But the winds of change were veiled from the start; Now I’m moored away from you and you away from me. Stranger still how the waters of life ebb and flow; And how undulating love just seems to come and go. Now all is forgiven and we’ve survived the sorrowing grief; May God continue to grant us peace and everlasting relief.