Why
We look up and cry, "Why me?"
Sometimes we get an answer
and sometimes we get silence,
but always... we are heard.
Our time is not His time,
our needs are His classroom,
our lives are His to mold;
our job is to live trusting that
He is there... always there
answering us in His time and His way.
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06/17/2012
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