Where Is God?

Along life’s way
Problems arise.
Some seen before—
Some do surprise.

“Why Lord, to me
Comes now this pain?
Let this cup pass—
Be gone life’s rain!”

“What purpose true
These hills to climb?
What lessons here—
What bells will chime?”

Come then our friends
To lend a hand,
They lift us up—
Now understand.

Now understand
Why trials arise.
There friendships live—
They are life’s prize!

God sends your friends,
Friends meant to be.
Make no mistake—
Friends meant for thee.



Michael Charles Maibach began writing poems at age nine.  Since then he has continued writing poems, and sharing them with friends.  His career has involved global business diplomacy.  He is a native of Peoria, Illinois.  Today Michael resides in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia.  More of his poems are found at www.MaibachPoems.us or on Facebook.

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