The Measure Of Faith
It’s fine to ask, “Why must this be?”
To wrestle with grief, to weep and plead.
For trials may break our fragile bond,
Sorrow may steal the joy we found.
But questioning God—His holy name,
To cast Him as cruel, to lay Him blame,
Reveals a fracture, a faith misplaced,
where trust in truth should rest in grace.
Do we forget, in our darkest days,
The mercy we’ve known, the debt He’s paid?
Jesus bore all in love. He bled. He prayed.
How can we claim His goodness fades?
If grace has touched your trembling hand,
If you’ve seen the Savior—understand:
To believe in God is to stake it all—
Not just in joy, but when grief falls.
No trial, no tempest can break or erase
The truth of His Word, the gift of His grace.
So question the “why,” but never the Who,
For Jesus is faithful, His promise is true.
WoPoLi 
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