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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 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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