There are times in life
that make a person question
Days that send you to your knees begging for answers.
Hours that leave you feeling helplessly out of control.
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Why are the ones taken,
who are needed the most?
Life follows no logic.
There are very few straight stretches.
Instead it careens around blind curves, inches up steep inclines. Catapults across chasms where there seems to be no bridge.
The only way to arrive alive is to leave the wheel in the Hands of the One who knows the road of life.