Questions that We Wish We had Answers for


Why was Life so hard?


Why was it so bleak?


How come Life was overjoyed


As it preyed upon the weak?




How did Satan reach us?


Why did we let him in?


Didn’t we understand


That he was the cause of sin?




Why was faith so difficult?


Why was doubt alive?


Why couldn’t we just recognize


That it kept us behind?




When did we reach the mountains


Of glory and of Life?


How did we climb from valleys


Far below the light?






Where were you, O Father,


As I searched for you alone?


Where were you, O Savior,


As I felt the first stone?


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