As I kneel in quiet prayer, Tears stain my face, so much despair! Dear God, I know you truly care, Why cannot You, this one, please spare? At times I feel my prayer's in vain, I'm filled with so much grief and pain. Why all the suffering, I see no gain, Dear God, I plead, No, not again! And then a quiet voice I hear, "My child, your faith must re-appear, for there are Angels very near, Heed my words and "Do Not Fear." Oh God, why must some suffer so, and others, oh so gently go? Again, God whispered sweet and low, "One day that answer you will know." "I too, watched suffering, oh so sad, the Angels cried, it was so bad!" "I felt each nail, as would any Dad, as My Son cried out from wounds He had." I bowed my head in silent prayer, and knew that God did truly care! Ashamed, I said, Oh how I dare to question God, for He's been THERE! Copyright © Samantha