God has strange sense of humour,
He keeps giving pains like a tumor.
He never cease testing us,
and in turn expects no fuss.
I have never understood His mathematics,
dont know how He works His statistics.
Why the suffering is always for the good people?
Why cunning and shrewd always at the height of steeple?
Why the testing times are always for us,
giving us pains and leaving us in distress?
Are we not the favourite children of God? ?
Or are we so favourite of Lord.........
that we have become His dart board? ?
He keeps darting pins at us.......like its His beloved sport,
and expecting us not to have pain of any sort.
Cant He see...its so painful and heart breaking,
seeing the people having love and luxuries who are least deserving.
But never mind, let Him play His game and enjoy seeing us suffer,
we will also see Him in His eyes and say, 'We are becoming tougher.'
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