And we ask why…
Why this Lord, or that
And yet we know if we knew it all….
We would be God
We are but men
Not given to understand
Every circumstance
Or mystery
Some things come to pass
Becoming history
And we will never know the why of it all
As disappointed tears may fall
We must simply bow our heads
And give to God our tattered threads
He will weave them into place
Each smile, each tear upon our face
And someday with Him we will see
His picture-perfect tapestry
Janet~
For My thoughts are not your thoughts
neither are your ways My ways, saith the Lord. Isa.55:8
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