I gave my
all, my everything, to strength within them build.
Did I fail
them somehow? In my weakness, let them
down?
Had they
been sent to someone else, would their happiness be found?”
The
wrinkled, pleading, tear-streaked face, bowed in anguished cry
Asks for
understanding, needing to know why.
From childhood,
they were tutored, taught and shown the way.
Then why so many
of them now have turned and gone astray?
The answer,
long in coming, finally understood.
“I sent them
to you, Loved One, because I knew you could.
You’d be the
one to hang on, to keep them near me.
You’d never
give up on them so someday they could see.”
“It may not be
in this life, maybe long into the next
But my
promise to you and to them at the ending of this test
Is that you
and I will someday, with joy o’er flowing, stand
And welcome
them back to the fold. They’ll someday
understand.”
“You ask if
they are troubled ‘cause they were sent to you.
No, no,
dear, they were troubled. That’s why
they came to you.”
