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Why

Whenever I start to think that God doesn't exist He has the audacity to prove me wrong every single time. "Why?" Is the question that surfaces from my simple-minded thoughts As I am caught Dumbfounded when something that is not of my or any other human hand Has happened right before my eyes The word surprised doesn't even begin to describe How I feel. At that point I have no choice but to look up and acknowledge the love that I am not worthy of So as I glance I ask once more, "Why?"

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