HEY GOD...by b. Malin
Hey God, I couldn't sleep at all last Night.
I tried counting Sheep...But that didn't help.
I found myself thinking about You...
And the Burdens on Earth,
And all that We Put you through...
But still... I have Questions for you.
What do you do with the Good that Die Young?
Do You Personally pick up the Young Soldiers,
Dying on some Foreign Soil all Alone...
Do You Cradle Them in your Arms,
As You carry them Home...
Do you dry their last Tears, and still all their Fears?
And do their broken bodies become whole once again?
Is there a Special Place in Heaven for them?
What about the Babies and Toddlers, and Teenagers,
Who Die because of Neglect, or Anger, or Accidents,
Or Sickness, or Suicide...Do They make You Cry?
Do You Personally Lead Them Home to Heaven?
Do They cry for what They might have been?
And does that make You Cry too, as you Comfort them?
And the Sick and the Elderly, whom are ready to die,
But afraid to enter your Palace...
Do You personally greet them at the Gate...
Do You put your arms around them,
As you comfort their Fears and dry their Tears?
And what about the Murderers...
And those who claim to kill in your Name?
Whom Do you Blame for that...
And in the End, As you dry Your Tears,
Do You forgive Us?
As You grant us another Day.