Why Me?

We walk this road that life lays down.
The curse of thorns, our lot, Your crown.
Now ours to bear, You hear our plea,
“This isn’t fair. Why me?”

But all’s not bad, not pain, not strife.
Along the road, there’s joy, there’s life.
Conscious of guilt, we ask of Thee,
“I’m not worthy. Why me?”

We call to mind the road You took,
Outside the gate, beside the crooks.
Your life for ours, stretched on the tree.
Not once thought You, “Why me?”

When this tent folds and last breath draws,
New roads, now gold, we’ll tread in awe.
We’ll meet You there, in Your eyes see
Our question answered, “Why me?”

With souls at peace, when they are well,
As each day dawns, our hearts will dwell
On love that lasts eternally.
And still we’ll ask, “Why me?”

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