He Knows Best
He Knows Best
No, I wont cry anymore
I got my eyes red and sore
My heart drained to the core,
Its strained.
Its tiring, how
I've been enquiring
Endless pleas
I'm sure they floated out of Milkyway to some place they filter pleads
Where they weigh their worth against gold
Guess I wasn't found deserving
Thats why the cold
Hold
There should be a reason why they bloom in spring
Winter they shade
Death a moment
Life a phase
Night a rest
Day a test
Thats why the seasons
I need no more reasons
I know He heard
For much I earned
After all He knows best
My love first
Christ the Lord
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