God, why did this happen,
Questions my soul needs to know.
If you really love me
Why am I hurting so?
Why did you let it happen?
The power is in your hand.
Why did you not stop it?
Please help me understand.
I know it’s for a purpose.
I have to figure out
What is your reason.
Please help me with my doubt.
Is there some lesson
That I am suppose to learn?
By walking through this faithfully
Your favor will I earn?
Is it because you want me to know
What suffering really means
So I will be more grateful
For the joy better days will bring?
The Bible says you will never leave me
And you cannot tell a lie.
But my heart is hurting so bad.
Please God tell me why.
Quoted from "The Poems of an Anointed Addict" by Marie Featherson
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