I do not know why sin abounds
Within this world so fair,
Why numerous discordant sounds
Destroy the heavenly air--
I can't explain this thing, I must
Rely on God in simple trust.
I do not know why pain and loss
Oft fall unto my lot.
Why I must bear the heavy cross
When I desire it not--
I do not know, unless 'tis just
To teach my soul in God to trust.
I know not why the evil seems
Supreme on every hand:
Why suffering flows in endless streams
I do not understand--
Solution comes not to adjust
These mysteries. I can but trust.
I do not know why grief's dark cloud
Bedims my sunny sky,
The tear of bitterness allowed
To swell within my eye--
But, sorrow-stricken to the dust,
I will look up to God and trust.
--R. F. Mayer.