Answer To a Question

In our life, each of us had a question, That needed an answer, or a just explanation. A most common question to most common people, A question that penetrates one’s heart and soul: “What is this? What’s happening in my life – Why does God allow this kind of strife?” When the road is dark and your pathway seems wrong, When you can’t fight the accusations of great throng, When your heart is struggling an emotional pain, Such a vehement pang, you can’t even explain. When poverty strikes, and there’s no one to hold on to, When your dignity’s distorted, then despair comes through, When Death knocks into your very own door, And you cannot feign, and say “but” or “or”. When everything sunk down, you become frustrated, When no one understands, Oh! Misinterpreted. When physical illness scourges you, Or physical disabled ness distresses you. When those trials and sufferings go seriously unfold, That question will come so clearly and so bold. Especially when everything’s hopeless and beyond our control, Not realizing that God is always in control. For God is refining, shaping, and forming us, To a more beautiful, blessed and useful glass. He uses sufferings for us to grow, He uses trial for us to know. In the end, everything will be fine, Now God will us, because we had been refined. And the question that crushed our emotions weak, Is the answer and forerunner of God’s blessings we seek.