God Why, When, How?
Life is not a bed of roses, and will never be,
Although Jesus paid the price to set us free.
We often wonder why when things go wrong,
But he promise we’ll go through them as we go along.
God’s ways are perfect though hard they seem,
It is a mystery, or even feels like a dream.
We do not understand his divine ways,
He knows the outcome, and our funny ways.
Don’t try to figure out what you cannot change,
Leave it all up to him. He specializes in the impossible,
He’s faithful, and true. And when you least expect, he’ll
Come through for you.
A day is as a watch night gone, a thousand years today.
His ways are perfect he’ll be on time, keep hope alive
And continue to pray.
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