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One Question, God
Sunday morning comes, I open your book and read
Standing before believers, teaching
your words
Giving answers to their
questions, silently praying I understand
Week after week, year after
year, I praise you, lifting up your Name
Realization is real, you are
my reason, I am your servant
Truth is Truth
The night comes,
I bow my head
One question, God
Grant me an answer, please
Before my eyes close
Why do you watch a mother
cry?
Her son forever remembered
Faded photographs, empty
spaces, agonizing remembrances
A son forever gone
His mother cries tonight
You are God, it didn’t have to
be
You created mountains without
end
Rivers to feed the seas
The night and the day
The moon and the stars
The beginning and the end
Youthful years stolen by the
Reaper’s breath
A son gasps
A heart stops
A mother cries
A heart breaks
You watch
Why, God?
Grant me one answer before the
morning calls
Would your world have been incomplete
Without her tears?
I wonder, God
Do you hear her tears?
Do you feel her pain?
My anger burns without your
answer
Morning comes
A son dies
On a cross
To dry a mother’s tears
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