Puzzled

 

 

The featured post on my blog

Has been unchanged for a while,

You would all know

That is not my style.

 

The reason for this, you see,

Is that I am still puzzled,

Five in a single year

Sounds more like a riddle.

 

What could we have done

To have altered that course?

Believe more, maybe trust more,

Prayer till we were hoarse?

 

Five in a single year

And every one a youth!

So where does this place us

Regarding God’s truth?

  

“Ask and it shall be given you”

“Seek and you shall find”

“Knock and it shall be opened”

Instantly come to mind.

“Ask anything in my name”

And “only believe”

Believe that you already have it

And you will receive.

 

I trust you are now seeing

Why I am puzzled,

Five in a single year;

This must be a riddle.

 

All serving the Lord

Five wonderful individuals,

No trouble and no worry

All beautiful people.

 

Prayers for their protection

Yet two by the murder route,

Prayers for their healing

But three less of this group.

 

What is the use of praying

If our loved ones still die

Causing many sleepless nights

In which we just cry?

 

What more can one do

To reverse this trend?

If prayer doesn’t seem to work

What is there to defend?

Can we tell unbelievers

That our God is real

If our prayers ascend to heaven

And come back as fail?

 

We declare and decree

On the foundation of the Word

And when it does not happen

To the world it looks absurd.

 

We comfort the aggrieved

With “It’s going to be all right”

But what good is that

When theirs is all night.

 

Fast forward to this day

Where 2020 is being repeated

And the born-again believers’ pain

Is particularly deep-seated.

 

Hurting very deep down

And oft pretending to trust

But how ever hard they try

They still feel crushed.

 

Make some sense of this

I can hear them cry,

Lord, please tell us,

Why did you let our loved one die?

 

How can God comfort

If no situation merits His comfort?

And how can we grow

If there is never any woe?

The answers to some questions

We will never receive here

And it won’t matter afterwards

When we get over there.

 

Old things will all pass away

Everything will be new,

Old troubles will never bother us;

Neither me nor you.

 

We’ll be caught up with Jesus

And the home he has prepared,

There’ll be no loss of loved ones

Hence, no shedding of tears.

 

Until then

Take in the following verses,

They are required for life’s journey

No matter the courses.

 

 

Stewart Russell © September 3, 2021