My Questions Poem by Cindy Christmas

Why were we created?
Was it to be tested?
Is our lives an examination?
To see who will make it to graduation?
Why does life at times seem so complicated?
And why does it seem like by you we are hated?
Why do some people die from disease?
And why do some people born with disabilities?
Why couldn't we all live happily?
And for eternity?
Why do some people have to suffer?
Oh Lord, please give me an answer.