I'm sorry, Lord, that I ask 'Why?'
When I see a baby die;
I'm sorry I can't understand
How a baby's death is planned.
I'm sorry that I question, too,
The suffering my friends go through,
The pain that good folk have to bear
Despite the fervour of my prayer.
I'm sorry that I cannot see
Why pain and sorrow have to be;
Forgive me, Lord, and grant that I
May one day learn the reason why.
by
Connie Voss