Why me? I hear her moan;
Why this broken mess?
Why am I all alone—
toiling daily, while he’s free?
Why, why, why, God?
Why me?
Why me? I look above;
Why do you never quit?
Why do you love, love,
love me? You never flee,
You take delight…Why, God?
Why me?
Why me? I hear her cry;
Why all of my friends?
Why doesn’t someone try
to love me in all my debris?
Will no man choose me, God?
Why me?
Why me? I look around;
Why his lavish love?
It overwhelms, astounds,
builds up, inspires, sets free.
Why I whisper, Why, God?
Why me?
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