2-18-2012

What is the purpose?
Oh Lord why?
Did some one so young, so lovely,
Have to die?
What of the loved ones?
... Left behind?
Give them again please,
Peace of mind.
What of the crowds,
Now mocking Your Great name?
They don't believe,
You can heal the lame.
What of the mother?
Now crying so many tears
As reality took shape,
Of her greatest fears.
What of the father,
Now feeling so small?
He tried to comfort,
And care for them all.
What of the sister?
Who will now not see,
Before her the lovely example,
she wanted to be.
What of the intended,
Who promised his heart?
Now watching his dreams,
Come falling apart.
I don't get it Lord,
I don't understand,
All of these people,
Are holding Your hand.
They loved you Lord,
Oh they love you still,
But we don't understand,
Why this is Your will.
Hold them O God,
And tend to their souls,
Carry their hearts,
And mend all the holes.
Remind them of the glory,
That's coming for those,
Who cling to Christ,
Who's name He knows.
Comfort them Jesus,
Though they don't understand why,
For they know they will see her again,
This is not good-bye.

2 “I know that you can do all things;
no purpose of yours can be thwarted.
3 You asked, ‘Who is this that obscures my plans without knowledge?’
Surely I spoke of things I did not understand,
things too wonderful for me to know.~ Job 42: 2-3