~ I Asked God, “Why?” ~
When I was a child I spoke as a child...
1 Cor. 13:11 NIV
We came into the world crying,
innocent, trusting, relying
upon those from whose womb we emanated,
Each day dying, and transforming;
Perhaps we learn in part
the mystifying power of God;
He who translated His son into flesh and blood;
He walked in our steps.
Oh the tears we shed over the years;
So much water over the dam,
Spilling into the sea,
So much that can never be recovered.
Each day becomes our yesterday,
then life takes it’s leave;
Mans inhumanity to man.
creating webs as they vomit
anguish on innocent souls;
A man's enemies are those of their
Micah 7: 5-6
I strain to understand the ‘Why?’ the ‘When?’
I cry out to God;
”When will I be reprieved of this torment?
When will I be safe from their grievous looks?
When will the truth be heard?
Who will set the book straight?
When will I be permitted to come to you
and enter into your loving and safe gate?”
I long for shelter in your sanctuary.
Each tear collected and recorded in your book.
Wipe my eyes dry because they grow faint;
my anguishing heart is weak,
Oh, like Job, that I should rent my clothes
and pour ashes upon my head;
My tears flow daily.
My heart is broken.
Janice Bumbalough Marler
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