I can’t even begin to try
And explain to them something
They won’t understand.
How can they comprehend something
That is beyond us all,
Which only You can unravel?
So many questions stream
Through their minds,
An endless flow of “Why?”
And the crucial probing of
”If God was real he wouldn’t let this
Happen”.
They demand answers to
Their bitterness, sorrow and grief;
But in my own self
I cannot answer their questions.
If I tried, they would break with
The weight of confusion,
Plaguing their minds until everything
Else runs dry-
Except the tears that flow from their
Eyes.
No, they need someone more than Me,
Something bigger than my own capacity.
They need You,
They need to see your justice;
They need to see the Plan unfold right
Before their eyes.
Show them the revelation of what they are
Stating but are
Blinded to:
”Parents shouldn’t have to bury their kids”
But Father God had to.
You did it for them, though they do not see
You did it so that justice would prevail
And because of You,
I know our brother that they grieve for
Is in Heaven-
Pleading their case before you throne,
Asking-
”Lord make them understand”.

-Dedicated to Christian Baptista-