Poem: The Enigma of Death

Have you ever wondered why,
You continue to live,
While other people die?

Is there some special reason,
You haven’t seen the day,
Where death was your season?

Does God have a certain plan,
Where He sees necessary,
To increase your life span?

What about those who pass,
Early in their youth,
Did they not have any tasks?

It’s an enigma I don’t understand,
And won’t really know,
Until I hold my Father’s hand.

I again saw under the sun that the race is not to the swift and the battle is not to the warriors, and neither is bread to the wise nor wealth to the discerning nor favor to men of ability; for time and chance overtake them all. Moreover, man does not know his time: like fish caught in a treacherous net and birds trapped in a snare, so the sons of men are ensnared at an evil time when it suddenly falls on them. Ecclesiastes‬ ‭9:11-12‬

All-knowing God, there are times when death seems so untimely for someone that I question the reason behind it, but I know what is most important is that I trust in Your providence as You will make sure Your purpose is carried out in this world. You know everything from beginning to end, and even all the aspects of the afterlife, so who am I to question whether You allow time and chance to take effect or choose to personally intercede? Yes, there are things in this life that seem unfair, yet to try to understand it all is beyond me. So, I put my faith in You, my Sustainer, realizing that one day everything will be revealed to open my understanding as I am in heaven holding Your hand. With this acknowledgment, death is a blessing that I can look forward to. Amen.

Truth in love,

Consider the death of Stephen when pondering these thoughts. Click here to read a good article about this by another author. 

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