Why did You give me a heart to care,
Only to take pleasure in watching me broken?
Why did You give me ears
That ache at words spoken?
Why the eyes that see corruption
Or hands that only feel pain?
A nose that smells the stank
Of a mind draped with stain?
The desire to do right
Only to reap so much wrong?
A life so unfavorable
That I feel I don't belong?
The plentiful rotten fruit
Fallen only from a corruptible tree?
Inner passion within
Which leads to misery?
A yearning and desire
That can never be satisfied.
A soul of sadness
Blackened and tried?
These thoughts elude me
As I look into the sky.
But still I seek answers.
Lord, tell me why.
has its' ups and downs. It is not always a bed of roses. This is how
your faith in God is tested. So stsy strong and God Bless you.
A caring heart for answers to seek.
Beutifully written.
Lady Mary Ann
I've walked through fire at times. One thing never changed. Whether it's why, or I'm sorry, help me or I love you and thank you, I still pray. Answers come in his time.
The last line means to me, there's always hope.
God Bless
Kathy
Sandie
Ron
If this is from your life now...I send you peace of soul.
An excellent poem....
Diana....
Peace be with you,
John Michael