There once was a fellow who wanted to know
Why rivers run fast and why turtles move slow,
Why stars fill the sky when the daylight is done,
And why people smile when they’re having fun.
He’d tug on a sleeve and ask you something,
Like “Why does a robin know when to sing?”
Many just shrugged and looked away,
But he kept on asking, day after day.
Some thought him annoying. Others said he was bright.
A few whispered, “He’ll learn if he keeps asking, right?”
For questions, you see, are the keys to the door
Of knowing a little and perhaps learning much more.
He asked about people and why they were sad.
He asked why some days seem to be awfully bad.
He asked why friendships can grow deep and true,
While others are brittle and break right in two.
He asked God in prayer, seeking deeper insight,
“Lord, show me the truth—what’s wrong and right.”
God, who’s always patient, understanding, and wise,
Said, “Keep on seeking. There’s more to realize.”
Questions, like ladders, lift our hearts toward the skies.
Our questions make room for the wonder of whys.
The wonderful word why can open our eyes
To blessings and lessons that God supplies.
The fellow kept on asking—year after year,
Not merely from habit nor ever out of fear.
He asked because he sought spiritual growth,
For knowing or caring—and probably both.
Someday, perhaps, others will sit by his side.
He’ll ask them questions, not to trick or to pry,
But simply because he will genuinely care,
What they think and what burdens they bear.
So ask lots of questions. Be eager. Be bold.
Don’t settle for half-truths you’ve simply been told.
For God welcomes seekers who knock at his door,
And each question asked helps us know a little more.
