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                                    MAKE IT LESS

 

 

Dear God, I beg forgiveness but I just don’t understand

            All the pain and suffering and tears that flood our land.

 

I’ve never understood it or why it must be so.

            I’ve never ever liked it, never will.  This much I know.

 

You may not have the authority or command to interfere.

            You may have made a promise not to intervene down here.

 

I know this much you CAN do, dear God above we bless.

            I know this much you CAN do - make it less, make it less.

 

Dear God, I beg forgiveness but I just don’t comprehend

            Why the pain and suffering goes on and does not end.

 

I’ve never understood it, or why it must be so.

            I’ve never ever liked it, never will.  This much I know.

 

Maybe your heavenly powers are just not strong enough.

            Perhaps it’s just too challenging, too difficult, too tough.

 

I know this much you CAN do, dear God above we bless.

            I know this much you CAN do - make it less, make it less.

 

Dear God, I beg forgiveness but I just can’t figure out

            The need for pain and suffering and what it’s all about.

 

I’ve never understood it, or why it must be so.

            I’ve never ever liked it, never will.  This much I know.

 

Perhaps it is asking too much for just one God to do.

            Though helped by many angels, they, still, may be too few.

 

I know this much you CAN do, dear God above we bless.

            I know this much you CAN do - make it less, make it less.

  

 

                               - Lisa Murphy Taylor © 1996, 2007