The world groans in pain and anguish
Everywhere we turn only evil seems to reign
Sickness, war, drought; pain and anger
It’s almost like nature hates us
And so man cries, why Lord?
We grieve as we long for answers
In desperation we question everything
If God truly were good then he would care
Someone has to take the blame
And it might as well be him
Someone has to take the blame but not me
No, I was taught never to take the blame
I am a good boy after all
It’s either the other person, Satan or God
They are to blame not me or so man believes
But what if God was good and we are not
What if it’s not about who takes the blame?
What if it’s all but a bell to get us ready to depart?
Shouldn’t a caring father seek his children out?
What if this is just a camp and the journey awaits?
It’s clear nature doesn’t want us around here
For all our efforts to make it home end in vain
And they should because our citizenship is in heaven
And though we never understand how God reigns in evil
We know he has the best interest for his children
And what is suffering when we have hope?
No pain would makes us relinquish our joy in Christ
None comes even closer to threaten our hope in him
Though the world would fall apart, our hope stands
And we rejoice to know that soon we will see him