There was a man of faith
Oft times to God made supplication
When his child was deathly ill
To the Creator he prayed and prayed
Still his beloved child past away,
"Oh benevolent Creator how could
You turn Your back on my sweet child???
Where is the justice, and your love???
Why did you take my child away???"
Then in his frustration turned away
From all he was taught to believe
Refused to believe anything anymore,
To the man the Creator was nought
More than a tale told to the weak...
We all know someone whose come
To this crossroad of withering faith
Where they come to believe a story
Taught by one whose supposed
Who tells them it was His will
They're with the Creator now...
When you suffer the loss of one
Who was so close to your heart
Belive what the Son told us
Those who died believing in Me
Will rise frist from the grave on my return...
Lose not faith to pain and heartache
Pray to keep your faith strong
One day one we'll all be reunited
In the Creators boosom we belong...
JJSweets 07Mar20 07:57 hrs
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