Why Things Happen
My mama always told me
I should follow a Holy path
For if I ever veered off course
I’d face God’s mighty wrath
God works in mysterious ways
I know this to be true
If you read my words below
I know you’ll believe it too
One day when I was six
To my mom I did talk back
God came in disguised as Dad
And gave my bottom such a smack
Another time when I was nine
I skipped my nightly prayer
That night I dreamt of monsters
God gave me such a scare
One time I stole some candy
God’s rage I did spawn
For when I got home that day
My brand new bike was gone
It was just a few years later
When caught I told a lie
Rains poured down from heaven
Mom said I made God cry
Even as an grown up woman
I’ll sometimes make a blunder
Then I cringe and hold on tight
While waiting for God’s thunder
Have you ever been in a hurry
And every light turned red
Have you ever stood beneath a tree
And had a bird poop on your head
Have you ever went to water your lawn
And found a hole in your hose
Or had a very special date
And gotten a pimple on your nose
Now you may think it’s just bad luck
When things don’t go as planned
Truth is, you’ve been scolded
By God’s almighty hand
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