there stands a reason
in front of everything
nothing happens outside
of Gods reasoning’s
things that we cannot explain
still we try to make sense of everything
the things that are out of our hands
yet we continue to struggle with them
as if we could reach back and change
the outcome to one that could
recall our tears and put our feelings back
on the shelf along with our fears
from being struck so hard
by life that living is a burden
knowing no other life outside of hurting
though we know that there is a reason
we tell ourselves that there was no
cause for that effect and to God
no disrespect but how are we suppose
to feel being the subject of ill will
faith beings seeing the worst while
hoping for the best so when the
enemy attacks it won't get the
best of us and find us to be too much
to handle and leave the rest of us
knowing that everything we go through
is a test of us and our testimonies
is the key to our destinies
we are only known by our stories
with every turn of the page we age
what a waste if we do not use the pain
we pause too long when we stop to explain
the reason why we complain
I mean are we not human beings
my grandmother told me that
God knew everything then I asked
a childlike question, then why are
we praying? being too young
to see a reason behind it