I Just Don’t Understand
January 3, 2010
Lord, sometimes I just don’t understand
This grace that shows throughout every land.
But, Jesus, well, to tell you the truth,
I don’t see how You could use me, a youth.
I do just fine at work, though sometimes I make it my life,
And I do not struggle with creating great strife,
But, Father, sometimes I just can’t see why You
Love and care for me so — but You do.
I was tired and confused the day you sent the snows,
I didn’t see the beauty ’til you placed it on my nose.
You paint the sky with my favorite colors each night,
And send me flowers each spring on a breeze so light.
Your masterpieces are in every land: walking, swimming, flying.
Every child reminds me of your love though they may be trying.
I thank you, Father, for the ways You’ve loved me.
Please let me pass that on to these.
