Aug. 16, 2015

There Is a Reason

There’s a reason for all things,
Though we do not understand.
Our times and purposes
Are in the Father’s plan.
Why is the sky blue
And the grass green?
Why are flowers colorful
And why is God not seen?
Why is the sun hot
And the snow so cold?
Why do men live for years
And then become old?
Why are there oceans,
Rivers, streams and lakes?
Why does God let some live
And others, He must take?
Life is filled with purpose—
This poem intends to show.
But the answer to so many things,
We will never know.

Why are raindrops wet
And the sun rays dry?
Why do people walk
And birds leisurely fly?
Why are there four seasons?
Perhaps we cannot tell—
But clearly there are reasons,
Which the Father knows well.

Why do some folks love,
And why do others hate?
Why are some forgiving
While others hold mistakes?
Why do some indulge the sun
And others endure rain?
Why do some enjoy good health
While others suffer pain?
Why is the night dark
And the day—light?
Why are some folks blind
While others enjoy sight?
Life is filled with purpose—
This poem intends to show.
But the answer to so many things,
We will never know.

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