Why, Lord?

Lord,
why am I acting the way that I am?
Why do I say the things that I do?
why don't I stop myself from being so mean So hurtful?
Why?
Why do I watch the things that I do?
Why do allow myself to be a part of hurtful things?
Why do I laugh when a friend is made fun of?
Why do I make fun of a brother or sister when they fall?
Why?
Why do I not go help them?
Why do I not love them and lift them up?
Why do I not stand against this hurt this pain?
Why do I not say "No More!"?
Why?

Why, Lord?

We make reasons saying that you have a humor, which you do, but even more importantly you have a heart. When we hurt, you hurt. When we break, you break. When we sin, you cry. When we laugh, you laugh. When we smile, you smile gloriously.

Lord, Why?

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