10/25/19
Why would I make an innovation,
If I knew it would fail?
Why would I design a life,
If I knew it would die?
Why would I train someone,
If I knew they would betray me?
Why would I Invest money,
If I knew the market would collapse?
Why would God love the world,
If He knew it would hate Him?
I can’t imagine how much love,
It took to turn His back on His Son.
I surely don’t love the world,
Shoot, I barely love myself somedays.
I guess that’s why;
Why I’m not God.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 10:39 PM UTC
10/25/19
Why would I make an innovation,
If I knew it would fail?
Why would I design a life,
If I knew it would die?
Why would I train someone,
If I knew they would betray me?
Why would I Invest money,
If I knew the market would collapse?
Why would God love the world,
If He knew it would hate Him?
I can’t imagine how much love,
It took to turn His back on His Son.
I surely don’t love the world,
Shoot, I barely love myself somedays.
I guess that’s why;
Why I’m not God.
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