Mysterious Ways

by FrOm ThE HeArT   Jun 30, 2006


God works in mysterious ways.
Taking things away and giving things at odd times.

I understand why he took my grandma,
But why did he have to take her so early?

She and God waited,
Until after my birthday.

Maybe that is why it's so hard to understand,
Why he took her so early.

I hope She sees me,
How I am now.

In all my sad times,
And all the happy ones too.

He took away the pain from my grandma,
But basically sent it all to me.

Why does God have to work in such mysterious ways?

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