Were poems planned for me way back in the echoes of time?
Maybe You also had lines written that would rhyme.
Would You show me if You did?
Or would it be something from me forever hid?
To all my questions an answer You could easily give, Because from everlasting to everlasting You did live.
What were You thinking all the way back in time?
Were You thinking of my sublime?
I wish I knew what You were doing way back then, And know a little about when all this began.
When I get to heaven this I might never know, But I am sure a lot of things to us You will show.
Was Lucifer Your first creation back then?
His voice sounded all through heaven when his singing began.
Back then was the earth already hung in space, Or was it only a thought, not yet even a trace?
Since You have been around from so long ago, You have kept everything in order and under control.
Lord all these questions I leave up to You, But I still wonder about these things too.
Back then were there beings of any kind? At this time was I already on Your mind?
Was there anyone You loved then as much as You do man?
Was there anyone to love You as man can?
If I was with You would these things I even want to know, Or just wherever You went I would want to go?
But if I never know what took place way back then,
All that matters I will be with You until I don't know when.

Why does life have to be so much hell?
If there is a reason, won't You come and to me tell?
This sure must be what they call hell on earth.
It has come against me for all it is worth.
Have you been through my hell?
Then how can you say all will be well?
If you do not understand,
How can you say on your feet I know you will land?
These years of hell, is there nothing You will do?
It seems not even You I can turn to.
Won't You come and show me You care?
When I call why do You not hear?
Why Lord don't You answer my prayer?
This burden, won't You come and help me bear?
Why are You waiting so long to help me?
All this hell can't You see?
These many years; how many more must there be, Before You come down to take a look and see?
Isn't it time there was a break from this for me?
Why are You continuing to let this be?
Over the years in my hell I know I did complain.
My friends tried hard to explain.
I know they prayed and did their best.
Maybe they are now praying when they need to rest.
Things are now getting better I can see.
The light at the end of the tunnel is waiting for me.
It is losing its hold that has been my hell.
And I do believe soon I also can say all is well.