A Boomer’s Views on Life, Love, God, and Family

Why William Lynn Smith I have always been afraid to ask God why. When people get hurt and old dogs die. I have heard it said all my life; God is in Control But way down deep inside, that always left me cold. I really don’t understand why a mother loses a child It is a mystery why people are hurt when a man goes wild. Why is it that a marriage just seems to slowly crumble? Why a person high in esteem takes a messy tumble. If God is in control, is He so vengeful, so narrow in his expectations; That he strikes us down because we are not perfect in our relations. Would it have been different if the dead child’s mother had been faithful? Would the faithful in the crowd have been hurt by the mad man hateful? I know my Nancy was faithful. She loved her Jesus and never asked why. So way down deep inside I really don’t understand why God allowed her to die. What did she do wrong? Why wasn’t her life long? Why was that vile disease allowed to desecrate her? That seems so lame. If God wanted her in His Heaven, why didn’t just walk with her without the pain? I know the printed answer that the Bible has in its pages. Some even say that it is for our sins that we collect our wages. I know that for this reason we are called the faithful, that’s good for me Because Jesus painfully died on the cross to show the way we must be. I will never understand why the love of my life died in such a way. But I do understand that I am not God, no not even for one day. His thoughts are higher than my thoughts; His ways are higher than mine So I really don’t have the ability to understand even if he took the time. My job is to simply carry on, to take one day and then another To care for my family, my new wife, my sister, brother and mother. ‘Til at last it is my turn at the gate, I will pray really fervent, That when I meet Jesus he will say “Well done, My good and faithful servant.”