Why?
Why, Lord? That is our cry Part of our deepest sigh We desperately long To know how things went wrong
Why did this happen now? How could it happen, how? And why, oh why, to me? I just wanted to be
Dear God, surely you know Where my future will go But what do I now gain Going through all this pain?
Lord, please, help me to cope Stop me from losing hope Your love I need to feel To know that it is real
November 2021 © Mary Deaves