Tragedy
By Todd F. Cope
The unexpected word,
And the, painful sting—
Such is the nature
Of that awful thing
We call tragedy.
We seek for the answers,
And feel they’re not there.
Why is it that life,
Which seems so unfair,
Includes tragedy?
Some say it’s a blessing
From someone above,
Who lovingly expresses
His perfect love,
Through tragedy.
“That just cannot be,”
Some are heard to say.
“How could we gain
From even one single day,
Filled with tragedy?”
But as we consider
All that He went through,
When He sacrificed His son
For me and for you—
Is that tragedy?
After a sinless life—
His begotten son
Freely suffered for us,
That we might overcome
All tragedy.
We may still feel the pain,
And experience the grief,
But our trust in Him
Can make heartache brief—
In tragedy.
© 2004