Why me, Lord–must I suffer
With so much terrible pain?
Why me, Lord–does it happen
Just over and over again?
Why me, Lord–am I being punished
For some unjust I have done?
Why me, Lord–when there are others
Am I singled out to be the one?
Why me, Lord–I just can’t understand
And I know I shouldn’t question you.
Why me, Lord–is there something special
In my life you want me to do?
My child, I’ll never overburden you
With more than you can bear.
My child, I’m always near you
Though sometimes you think I’m not there.
My child, I’m using you to witness
That through Faith and Love and Prayer
You can overcome your burdens.
Take my hand. It is always there.
–Lila M. Farr
