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So many times I ask Him why,

So much of my life is spent,

Wishing to die.



So often all I see are all,

The reasons I can't take the,

Pain of the fall.



So much further than I once was.

I'm asking why I don't see,

Life like He does.



So focused on the tragedies,

Ignoring all the blessings,

That flow in with the breeze.



So many mornings rain falls down,

A young girl seeking shelter,

Approaches with a frown.



Place my umbrella in her hand,

Her face lights up to smile,

As she walks away again.



A rainbow stretched across the sky,

Seems God's own way of saying,

"There's your reason why."



    - Lo Ruhamah