SAVIOR WHY?

My Mighty God is good, I believe this to be true.
Lord is my painful question of “why” rude?
I know my human understanding is finite,
But sometimes I wonder how this is right.
How is it that the horrible people always conceive?
While the honorable don’t get the infertility reprieve. 
Why do the crooked ones make it to the top?
While the honorable never get to stop;
Worked to the bone with nothing to show.
Except for the response that it must be time to grow.
How do I keep my why from questioning your authority?
I’m trying to keep trust in you a priority. 
But thoughts of injustice swarm my mind.
Although I know that your will is more than fine.
It’s like an echo of the earth’s pain we see.
When we have a momentary lapse of what we believe.
I expect no answer for my finite sight.
I trust that your ways are greater than what I write.
Oh lovely creator I mean no offense,
Only my heart’s humility is present. 
My heart wonders why, what I can not understand.
My knees know full well that there is no position for it to stand.
I think the reason I ask why, is because God is a refuge.
I can safely ask the unknown that I wouldn’t ask some dude. 

Jessica Railsback