Why Me, Lord?
Why Me, Lord?
Why do I have such great pain in my life,
with numerous problems?
It seems that whenever I turn around,
my physical frailties keep attacking me.
My strength is waning. I just don't know how
to cope any longer. I need Your help!
I'm complaining, Lord. Please help me to see
why all of these things must happen.
I try to accept my cross every day,
but I've reached a point and need understanding.
Does anyone else ever feel such fear,
and ask You for help like I am now?
They do, Lord? Well, of course they do!
I know You hear me. I must not doubt it!
For I'm not really hungry, helpless, or poor,
and I'm much wiser now since I talked to You.
I have all of my limbs and faculties so far.
My children love me, and my husband is faithful.
So I should not be asking the question "Why?",
but thanking You, Lord, for Your answer!
Inspired by If You Could Talk to God Contest
by Matt Caliri
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