epiphany

I Have an Answer . . .

. . . do you?

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You clothe the lilies of the field;
You make the grass to grow.
You paint the sky a million hues
At early morning's glow.

But every cloud that lifts its head
Must somewhere drop its rain.
Why is it that the innocent
Must suffer, sit and suffer?
Why is it that the innocent
Must carry all the blame?

The grass is cast into the fire;
All flowers fade away.
Paint will chip; the rising sun
Sets at the end of day.

Why must the story be unfair?
Why must the righteous fall?
Why is it that the innocent
Must suffer, sit and suffer?
Why is it that the innocent
Must suffer most of all?

Well, surely there is no one good,
But some are not so bad.
Young mother down to infant girl,
Old man to playing lad,

Sorrow does not discriminate,
And time will take its toll.
With certainty, the innocent
Must suffer, sit and suffer.
It's certain that the innocent
Will suffer most of all.
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The tune is folksy. The accompaniment is largely nonexistent at this time.

(For the answer, see Hebrews 5:8, Matthew 10:24-25 and John 15:20.)

Posted by jonhanneman at May 16, 2005 9:23 PM | TrackBack