Why

I looked into the eyes of a dying child And asked her if there was anything I could do Anything that may lessen the pain Anything that would make her forget She said, “ Sing for me, Oh! stranger Sing in that beautiful voice of yours Sing till I pass away in peace Sing for me, Oh! Please do.” I sang in a voice trembling with fear Laden with sadness and pain I sang about God, his glory About God’s ways of which we know nothing As the song ended, she smiled that little sad smile And asked in a voice ever so frail “ If there is a God, then why am I here Have I lived my life? Answer me this What are his plans, so grand, that don’t let me live Is my death part of a greater truth?” Saying this she closed her little eyes Squeezed my hand with her tiny hands And let out her last little breath And looked radiant even in death.