We can curse God or praise Him,
By the events and fortunes of our day.
If we are happy we give thanks,
But sometimes when sad we curse.
Misfortune strikes many of us,
Loss of a loved one who was alive yesterday.
Why, we ask God, did this have to happen?
How could you be so cruel, as you curse Him.
It's easy to do when you are grieving
The loss of a loved one, taken too soon.
Our minds cannot fathom a God so mean
As to deprive us of this one we cared for.
But when we look at Him on the cross,
He certainly knew something about suffering.
He died that we may live and love Him,
Because He is a God of love and compassion.
Easy to say
Hard to live.
Yet God knows best
And to him HE wants HE bestows HIS rest.
It starts with BELIEVING.
budd