I wondered why troubles came into my life,
So I asked You, but heard no reply.
I enquired about tragedies distant and near
But got no response to my, “Why?”
When the question is bitter, the silence grows loud,
And my heart wants to murmur complaints.
There’s nothing worth doing but lifting my eyes
Toward the heavens and whispering Your name.
For I know You! You are Faithful and Good!
You allow in my life only what’s for my best.
So, I lift up my hands and my voice offers praise,
For in worshiping You, I find rest.
Cherel S. Justice