Dear God
Our fight is on, yes I blame you for taking my son, leaving my heart empty and no will to carry on........
I beg and I plead as I fall to my knees
God why have you forsaken me
I try to make reason what lesson is to be learned
However, sacrificing my son
For the hard knocks of life
The sins I have made
Does not seem fair
Disbelieving in a God who
doesent really care
I thought I had paid my dues
I see now that you were not through
What more now do I stand to lose
You want me to believe for what
I cannot see
Now you are punishing me
You are the one who sacrificed
Your only begotten son
For he was not enough
That you had to take mine
You expect me to love you
To carry on and not lose faith
for a God i believe who really hates
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a tragic loss. Sorry for your loss. Sincerely, Connie Webb and it is totally understandable to be angry at God with such sadness