If God is real, then what’s the deal with all the pain in this life, its quite the ordeal
How do we measure darkness?
Does it really exist?
It’s measured by the lack of light.
What an interesting twist.
We can’t know it’s dark with knowing there’s light,
But how we love to wear our sunglasses, even at night.
God is real, and He’s offering us a chance to heal,
Because we’re the cause of the pain; it’s quite surreal.
Let’s use Frank Turek’s description.
God is spaceless, timeless, and immaterial.
Yes that is correct. God is Spiritual,
But at the same time he appeared in the physical.
It’s true just check the letters of history.
They unravel the mystery.
Almost every historian agrees.
Maybe not on His divinity,
But Jesus was alive and dies on a tree.
Here is where the path diverges.
On whether or not He emerges,
Raised from the dead on the third day.
It was by His life that death was slayed
Why God did you allow suffering into existence?
It wasn’t happenstance.
It has a purpose.
Love. It’s what the choice gives us.
Love can’t live in a robotic consciousness.
Without choice love can’t exist, quite ominous.
Try to compare yourself to perfection incarnate.
That’s the quality of God. There is no debate.
God requires perfect obedience in return,
But as we can see the world still burns.
But who’s holding the match that started this blaze?
We are, we choose this hellish maze.
We give into temptation trying to give ourselves all the praise.
Why do we even ask God? What is our expectation?
Are we expecting Him to intervene?
Will He be our salvation?
He brought Jesus onto the scene.
His answer in application.
The very question poses the answer not just a suggestion,
But it also shows that we’re facing the wrong direction.
Using tactics of deflections,
Trying to bring protection our of our own selfish objection.
The questions we should be asking is why are so damned obscene,
When our creator above is perfect and serene.
Why God do we hate with a passionate flame,
When we are looking to pin the blame.
Hare isn’t always violent.
It can be very silent.
As one watches another suffer n despair.
Keeping the truth tucked away in their own lair.
Why God do we indulge so deeply into our self serving sins,
But we’ve decided to blame everything on the color of each other’s skin?
Just look at the world, suffering has no boundary in space.
Brothers are killing sisters; we all came from the same place.
How quickly we forget, we are the human race.
We put our faith in political debauchery.
Why do we trust such mockery?
Left to our own devices,
We choose to indulge in our unsatisfying vices.
So why the surprises,
That after a few thousand years the division still rises.
Why God do we care about the burdens other people bare?
What is it that sparks the emotion of empathy,
Which adjusts our perspective sympathetically?
And why is it that same heart space, can perceive others just as apathetically?
We’re raging against the symptoms and calling them the machine,
But we can’t cure the disease unless we cut it our clean.
God’s word is as sharp as a double edged sword.
His is the cure we should be walking toward.
See our real problems stem from the spiritual, and that means it’s really us,
But we’d rather blame it on the physical.
Well I know for me, I learn things from the school of hard knocks.
I learn from the mistakes I play with, like they’re building blocks.
See God in all His infinite knowledge,
Far more than if we could combine every single college.
He put into a plan to save us from out internal cage,
That we can’t overcome no matter how much we rage.
The bible points us to it with the turn of every page.
We fight and bang on our chest,
But the only way to find true rest,
Is to put yourself to the test.
The Ten Commandments will expose our sinful state; this is no jest.
Repent and faith in Jesus Christ to care of the quest.
He’ll be back to clean up this mess, with divine and perfect success.
Dispensing justice to the address of those who’s heart’s remain to Him faithless.
One Truth. One Spirit. One Way.