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I canít explain why good men suffer bad, Son.
Except that Scripture tells us
Rain falls on everyone.

I canít explain why bad men wonít do right.
Itís a darksome path they travel.
Goodness is an oversight.

I canít explain the driven lust for power.
It damages. There is no absolution
In Lifeís waning hour.

Some days I wish to God I could explain!
And tally up for you the eternal value
Of your currency of pain.

One thing I bid you now, as you go crying down the years:
Live well in spite of suffering,
And wisely spend your golden tears.


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