Why Bad Things Happen To Good People

Security. Health. Dignity. Life. Nothing remains, only strife. Lost, robbed, taken with force; Cruel, wanton, with no remorse; Reason, logic, sense cannot dispel; Offering only, a glimpse of Hell. No true God, can allow such evil to exist, Spewing injustice, with an unrelenting fist. We must be on our own, without a god, We whisper with, an affirming nod. Bad is evil; good is love. Our feeble wisdom, tells us of above. The One who was, is, and always will be, Sees things differently, than forever will we. If we were all knowing, we would understand, Infinite blessing is given, with an open hand. Evil and love, products of free choice. In action, in thoughts, even in voice. Labels of earthly bad is included in this. Oft, our thoughts here create the abyss. Growth and faith strengthen with pain, Bringing forth wisdom, and heavenly reign. Blood, sweat, tears outpoured, Lift us higher than heights, ever soared. We pray we could know, what we will truly know then. Until our death comes, we share the fate of all men.