Sometimes I Think Its God's Doing
SOMETIMES I THINK ITS GOD’S DOING
It’s strange, the rugged roads we’ve traveled
Bearing the treacherous loads with a love
That remains unraveled.
But social status would have its worldly way;
And splintering society would gradually split
Us astray—
Now we eternally ponder with what to say
When meeting on another bereavement day.
Who would have thought we would ever part;
Interwoven like the water and salt of the sea?
But the winds of change were veiled from the start;
Now I’m moored away from you and you away from me.
Stranger still how the waters of life ebb and flow;
And how undulating love just seems to come and go.
Now all is forgiven and we’ve survived the sorrowing grief;
May God continue to grant us peace and everlasting relief.
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