Why
Amazing love begs perception,
wide the fields' uncertainty,
deep the valleys of depression,
Why me, Lord, why tragedy?
When difficulties we embrace,
is accident on purpose?
Seeds produced by misfortune's grace
lie just below the surface.
Roots of hope with blooms that rally
smother buds of pain and doubt.
These are lilies of the valley
turning breakdowns wrong side out.
Trust becomes our rose of Sharon
that is stayed by sacred sheath.
Watch the maze of weeds turn barren
as raring love springs thru the heath.
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