Asking Questions

This poem was originally published on October 14, 2013.

Every little child asks,
The famous question, Why?
We come to You, O Father,
With our groaning and our sighs.

There is so much unanswered,
So much to understand,
No clarity in Your higher ways,
Not sure of all You planned.

How do we even have our faith?
Is it a gift from You?
Can we trust Your goodness,
To always see us through?

Sometimes it makes no sense at all,
Why Your people suffer so.
Sadness and brokenness everywhere,
No matter where we go.

We give our explanations,
We justify our tears,
We offer up our suffering,
We rationalize our fears.

Yet when we’re all alone in bed,
With just our thoughts to think,
Your goodness and bad things happening,
Just seem so out of sync.

Couldn’t You write Your name in the sky?
Couldn’t You make it clear?
Couldn’t You yell through a megaphone,
So everyone would hear?

We read Your Word and understand,
Until the next hard verse,
Instead of feeling better,
Sometimes we just feel worse.

Shootings, killing, children die,
Taken much too soon.
If You would give a reason why,
Write Your answer on the moon.

You say there is a greater good,
That You’re working all the time,
For those that love You and are called,
To Your purposes sublime.

You allow us to ask questions,
You welcome heartfelt prayers,
But the answer that we really need,
Is that You’re truly there.

There in all our struggles,
There in all our pain,
There in our confusion,
That our suffering’s not in vain.

You are God and we are not,
That is surely true.
If we somehow had You figured out,
Then You would not be You.

God is love and God is just.
Both things the same time true.
We really don’t want Your fairness,
We want Your mercies anew.

Fairness a human quality,
Mercy is Divine.
You never let go for a minute,
You hold us and say, You’re mine!

That really is enough for us,
That’s all we need to know,
We don’t go through this life alone,
You’re with us wherever we go.

There is a way to really know,
The answer to the Why of God.
It’s knowing Jesus, the Shepherd,
His voice, His staff, His rod.

In Jesus, Innocence suffers,
For the unrighteous, the Righteous will die.
The sin of the world on His shoulders,
Even Jesus asked You, Why?

Jesus asked for a different way,
There’s no Crown without the Cross,
Jesus laid down His will for Yours,
He suffered to save the lost.

It is very difficult,
To understand Your ways,
At the end of our quest and confusion.
There will only be worship and praise.

2 responses to “Asking Questions”

1. Hallelujah! In the end there will only be worship and praise! Hallelujah! Thank you. Inspired by your words. Hallelujah Amen

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   • Sweet Marilyn, this makes my heart so happy! I long for that day!
     Gina

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