Hard To Understand - Unknown

Up in a quaint old attic,
As the raindrops patter down,
I sat paging through an old schoolbook -
Dusty, tattered, and brown.

I came to a page that was folded down,
And across it was written in childish hand:
The teacher says to leave this for now,
'tis hard to understand.

I unfolded the page and read.
Then I nodded my head and said,
The teacher was right:
tis hard to understand.

There are lots of pages in the book of life
That are hard to understand.
All we can do is fold them down and write:
The teacher says to leave this for now,
'tis hard to understand.

Then someday - maybe only in heaven -
we will unfold the pages again,
read them and say,
the teacher was right, now I understand,

When it comes to the death of the person
Whom we are laying to rest today,
About all we can do is fold down the page and write
The teacher says to leave this for now,
tis hard to understand.