Of life today I write
Trying to understand it with all my might.
Help me, Lord, to easily see
The answers to life’s mystery.
Why do evil men exist
Without God’s cry of cease and desist?
Why must we be born in sin
To die a death to live again?
Why does racism infest our souls
And kill black men in unmerciful tolls?
Why do liars lie when truth will do
And swear to stories that just aren’t true?
Why can’t restless men be content
And sleep in peace when the day is spent?
Why do sinful men grasp and steal
And for money will easily kill?
Why so many spend their youthful years
Wasted on fun, folly, and . . . fears?
Why isn’t life an easy book
To be understood with just one look?
Why must we think so hard to see
The answers to life’s mystery?