The Mystery
Here’s a mystery
That’s hard to explain—
When bad things happen,
God gets the blame.
Why don’t folks blame
The bad old Devil
Who snickers and smiles
As he does his evil?
He’s a sharp cookie,
Devious and MEAN.
Deliberately sucks us
Into his scheme.
But, we’re MAD at God—
Doesn’t He care???
If He’s so powerful
Shouldn’t He share???
We think it’s His fault
That things go awry.
For He sees the suffering
And knows that we cry.
It rains on the just
And unjust alike.
In a fallen world
There’s evil and strife.
The Devil’s around
And wields lots of power
But only when granted
So resist him each hour.
Martha Nored
5-9-10
Hi mom. Thanks for sharing this! I can hear your mom when I read this. A lot of theology packed into this poem.
You have a gift for meter and rhyme. Good job! Love you so much!!
Mom, is great! Her poems are packed with theology–like Peanuts.
Love Dad
I love the poem, too, and it’s so relevant today. The devil is having a field day.
Sharon,
You are so right!
Lynn
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