I was where I was
when in love I did plan,
for my Son to leave home,
to die for Man.
I was where I was
when my Son was born,
not in surroundings worthy His status,
but in a manger with straw for a mattress.
I was where I was
when in the garden He did pray,
that this cup might pass,
if there could be another way.
I was where I was
when my Son was falsely
accused, beaten, and tried,
unjustly sentenced, and then crucified.
I was where I was
when He cried in great agony,
asking “My God, my God,
why have you forsaken me?”
I was where I was
on that September morning,
when planes hit the towers
killing thousands, without warning.
I was where I was
when in the midst of war,
I took home the loved one,
whose safety you prayed for.
I was where I was
when you prayed and cried,
to heal that family member,
who soon after died.
I was where I was
when to satisfy a lust,
you were molested by
one in whom you did trust.
I have a plan and purpose
for every soul I create.
Each with its own pleasure, pain,
birth, and death dates.
Nothing can touch you,
be it evil or grand,
without having first
passed though My hand.
I don’t ask that
you understand just now,
why such things
I would send or allow.
Remember the One who
hung on the cross,
who fulfilled My plan,
discarding the cost.
But just as His pain
brought about glory,
the same can be said of you,
when your life tells its story.
Though I am where I am,
I’ve given you My hand,
to place all the things,
that you don’t understand.
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