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Jan 2013
Why God?
Why?
People ask him.
When terrible things affects them.

He's God.
I question not what he do.
Or decisions he makes.

He determine our time on earth.
Which we should cherish while here.

He's God.
A spiritual Wonder.

When death comes to us.
We cry.
Then some wonder why?
As if they don't realize his reasons.

He deals with our hurt.
When we can't.
He see, who's strong enough to carry on?
When we lose a love one.

He's God.
He loves us more then a million times.

To ask him anything about his decision making.
Means, we trying to read the mind of him.
Like he does us.

He's the creator.
He's our motivator.
With the strength to elevate us.

Rise high.
And never remain low.
Cause God's kingdom is where we wants to go.

I just know.
He's God.
And I question not, what he do.

And neither should you.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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