Why did God put me here instead of there?
Why did He make me now instead of then?
He could have made me any time or where,
why here and now is way beyond my ken.
Why was I born to Mom and Dad at last
instead of all these people at the mall?
Why not in China or some time long past?
All part of our gross ignorance since the Fall.
God knows the answer to these whys of mine,
the purpose of my life that He has planned.
Can I trust in His mystery divine?
Shall I just put my faith in His strong hand?
Lord, You’re the Master of this mystery,
I’ll trust You and Your mastery of me.
-- by Pete Voelz 12/12/11
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