Why do we feel we always must understand?
Why does growing always involve pain?
Why do we try so hard to eliminate pain from our lives?
Why is it the things we want so badly to do, we don't?
Why is it the things we hate, despise, and will ourselves never to do are the thing we do?
But most of all....Why are we so loved despite all this?
"I don't know why Jesus loved me
I don't know why He cared
I don't know why He sacrificed his life
Oh but I'm glad, I'm so glad He did."
~ Andraé Crouch
I don't know why He cared
I don't know why He sacrificed his life
Oh but I'm glad, I'm so glad He did."
~ Andraé Crouch
1 comment:
That is good, especially the poem or song at the end, really like it!
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