Why?


In the newspaper each and every day,
We read stories that make us stop and cry.
Dear God, what is happening? We say with a sigh,
Could you please just tell me-why, oh, why?
A father walks up and down a swollen creek;
His child fell in, and he tries to seek.
The child has drowned and his mother does cry,
As she shouts to God, tell me-why, oh, why?
A soldier on a tour of duty in Iraq-
In a few more days, he'll be coming back.
But before the sun rises in that eastern sky,
He lies dead in the street. Lord, tell me-why, oh, why?
People we love and hold so dear
Fall ill and dying, of this we fear.
We hold their hands to say a final goodbye,
Bow our heads and say, tell me-why, oh, why?
I know I can't begin to even explain
Why bad things happen to good people, why we suffer such pain.
I do know because of sin, we all must die
But that doesn't stop us from saying, tell me-why, oh, why?

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