Why

When I think of you
in those times when I ponder
thoughts often much too deep
for my minuscule mind.

Just who exactly are you?

I know I'll never really understand.
It'll always be foggy,
like a thought that you just lost.

And what of me?

how do you even know I exist?
better yet why do you care?
I know that you do, but I'll never
know why

Why?

Why?

Why create me?

You knew right then who I...
Who I'd become,
and still You breathed Your breath of life into me.

How could you never doubt me?

How could You still love me?

I don't even love me always

I know that this is wrong
that I've no right to question You
but my whole being aches to know
what I will never know

perhaps when we stand face to face
this fogginess will become clear
as the sea of glass which I'll stand upon.
Until then I'll always wonder why.