I wrote a letter to God and I had to ask why,

He allowed so much suffering and little

people had to die? One’s that had never

caused trouble or done anybody harm,

Taken before they experienced life, plucked

from their mothers arms. He said answer

me this, why did my son have to suffer and

die? Nailed to that cross I couldn’t even

watch, all I could do was turn my head and

cry! What trouble did He cause, what harm

did He do? And all for what, He did it for

you. He said you couldn’t comprehend all 

the things that daily take place, And all I ask

is your trust till we meet face to face. He said

all things have a reason and someday you

will know, But you must trust in my word so

your faith will blossom and grow. I said Lord

please forgive me if I sounded out of line, It

seems like all we ever do is complain, ask for

mercy, or whine. I know that you are busy so

I guess I will close, Thank You for listening

and my love I enclose.