I Just Want Answers

This world will always try to bring you down.

And tell you you're not good enough.

In this hopeless time, the comfort I've found,

Could only be my Maker's love.

 

We are force-fed all these lies and deception,

We're told we're no more than numbers,

Mark my head and tell me I need correction,

But you'll never kill what I've discovered.

 

This life is more than birth and death,

Appearances and earnings,

Though it's over in little more than a breath,

Can you explain why my soul is burning?

 

Could it be it doesn't add up?

That it doesn't fit with your plan?

That maybe you just can't ignore,

Your Creator and Master's hand?

 

If this is all there is,

Explain why I desire more!

If there is nothing afterward,

What do I look for?

 

Why do I look at the stars at night?

Why do we love, hate, laugh, cry?

Can you explain just why you're right?

And most of all, just why did He die?

 

Was it really for nothing?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

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This one in wonderful.
"Mark my head and tell me I need correction,"
And that line [and the whole poem, but that line especially] gave me goose bumps.