Can I Ask Why?
Lord have mercy, father can you help thee. The truth is out there in a
state of limbo daggling in the air like forest and jenny. I suppose you
know best and me being a gentile, the question remains. Father why
is there so little resources availible for so many of us,especially me; to put my hands on. Why
do you seem to bless others more than many. Did I do something
wrong, did I upset you. Am I paying for the wrong doing of my
ancestry or is it just me, me, me, and only me? Amen!!
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