Where is God when it hurts?
When the world crumbles around me?
Why is the pain much worse?
I ask why prostrated on my knees.
When the world crumbles around me,
There are reasons to ask questions.
I ask why prostrated on my knees;
In my pain, I look for direction.
There are reasons to ask questions.
I’m facing the challenges to my faith,
In my pain, I look for direction;
In this trial don’t fear—He saith.
I’m facing the challenges to my faith,
Do I have permission to doubt?
In this trial don’t fear—He saith,
Although my world is inside out.
Do I have permission to doubt?
I look for the comfort and hope;
Although my world is inside out,
My faith gives me the strength to cope.
I look for comfort and hope
In the great Lord my Savior
My faith gives me the strength to cope
I’m anchored, my faith will never waiver.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Recently, a great friend of the family, a great Pastor, died tragically in a car collision. At this time we ask why? I wrote this poem to ask why and to express my unwavering faith.
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Comments2
Your Faith does you credit, in our lives we are asked many questions but the one thing that never waivers is our belief.
May your God be with you.
Thank you GF
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