Why Trouble Comes
Why Trouble comes
Trouble comes to everyone,
It comes to one and all,
No one person is excluded,
It comes like raindrops fall.
But did you ever wonder;
With a teardrop in your eye?
Why sorrow comes to unbidden?
And why good people die?
It starts when you’re a Baby,
In your Mother’s arms;
With no thought of trouble,
Or that anything can harm.
With each trial, we grow stronger
More the person we should be.
Like a sculptor, our Dear Master
Chips away what should not be.
He finds our hidden beauty
Hidden deep within the stone,
Till we stand in His perfection;
At the gate to our New Home.
If in life there were no problems
What sort of creatures would we be?
Not pleasing to our Master,
Are ready for Eternity.
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