Question's Poem by Glenn Shriner

Hello God, Can I have a minute?
I have a question please help me understand it.
I was told that you never give more than one can handle, and when it's to much you help us threw the struggle.
I read the poem footprints in the sand, how in a person's darkest moments it was you who carried them across the land.
So God please answer this, during my sister's darkest moment why didn't you lend a hand?
The footsteps left behind were too small to be a man.
No God, I don't place the blame on you, I just want to know if this was part of your plan.
Yes God I do understand she had all she could stand, and how she was not going to be beat again by this evil man.
But God, She called, I was on my way, and I remember our conversation I asked you not to take her that day.
Was there nothing you could do or say to make her put that gun away?
When we arrived and ran to the top of the stairs it was too late, seems you God had decided her fate.
Yes God I know it sounds like I'm placing blame, but God my life has never been the same.