When things go rough
And life goes south,
We ask God,
Why, O why?
But oftentimes, I am told,
‘Question not the Lord
For He permits all,
Both good and bad
To come upon mankind‘
Some other advice me,
To be weary of my speech,
Lest I blaspheme against Him,
And be a castaway…
But the soul does not know it all
The heart is not strong always,
Hence, when life throws its blows,
I want to know why, sometimes
Maybe it’ll give me peace,
Maybe it’ll give me strength
Maybe it’ll give me hope
Keep not silent, Dear Lord,
When I ask ‘why’
Be not far away from me,
When my heart shouts its questions…

(c) Chukwudi I.