Why does bad happen to the good?
There's suffering across this earth!
Why doesn't God act as He should?
Of divine love there seems a dearth.
The assumption made is just wrong,
For no sinner is truly pure.
We stand among a filthy throng,
As dirty as a muddy floor.
And even though we can be cleansed,
Our robes white and shining anew.
We're quickly soiled by sin again,
Gulping deep its sickening brew.
His ocean of forgiveness lives,
And none can plumb that endless deep.
Do we consider what He gives?
How often we have made Him weep?
What has God ever done for me?
This question from a mind grown dim.
Yet truly the question should be,
What have I ever done for Him?
It is He who tells what is right,
And no one stands without a flaw.
Imperfections mount in our sight,
Who among us will never fall?
Why does bad happen to the good?
This query from hearts grieved and mad.
But let us answer as we should,
Why does good happen to the bad?
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