She fought back tears as she said, “How can I worship a God I can’t  even trust?”

               NOW LORD

How do I teach a hurt child to trust you when the only father she knew hated her and wanted her dead?

How do I teach her the world isn’t all bad when the priest turned her mother away.

Lord, she was sold into ******* to a man who sounds like Satan himself.

How do I convince her there are good people in the world when everyone she has ever known used her and then condemned her for it?

How do I tell her to give you a chance one more time?

Life is beautiful
Depending on how we see it
They say judgement awaits every man
But while we await ours
Let's live everyday like is our last

The birds and it's sweet noise it makes
Oh
The trees and the calm peace it brings
The lovely voices of the beautiful singer
The rainbows and it's colours
Some humans with there beautiful hearts
The cries of new born babies
The joy of a breast feeding mother
The laughter of little children
The stunning beauty behind every frown
The peace God's presence brings
Above all
The happiness of this writer