Why Must He Die?

by Lucy M. Young

Why must he die, dear Lord?
He is so young.
He has so much to give,
So much to live for.
He never tried to hurt his fellow man;
Was always ready with a helping hand,
A cheerful word,
A smile.
He is not perfect and he made mistakes
As do we all;
But he was never cruel by design.
I must not question Your decision, Lord.
I must accept Your will;
But, Lord, forgive me when I ask once more,
Why must he die so young?