It makes no sense

Life makes no sense

The righteous face injustice—even in families
The righteous suffer beyond measure
The righteous are misunderstood
The bold prophets walk alone

Then the wicked prosper
The wicked seem to have all things

Why—
the only word we ask

The Creator does not explain
He does not answer why
He calls us to trust, obey, and submit

It makes no sense
For trusting God feels like foolishness

Yet the Creator declares:
“Who made the heavens?
Is it not I?”

Oh, the Creator knows—
even when we do not