Where is GOD?

I often look up at the skies
And wonder if God’s up there
When I cry in bed at night
I wonder if he can hear

When I think of the homeless man
I wonder if God can see
Watching all children die
I wonder how it could be

How could he let his children suffer
In a world so full of grief
And why do we loose another love
To the hands and knife of a thief

When I hear of a battered wife
I wonder if God can feel
And when I hear of woman raped
I wonder if he’s for real

Then I see the sun rise each day
And hear the oceans sing
I feel the breeze hug me tight
While the tree praise their king

I see the blind man giving thanks
For the life that he can live
I hear of lame men performing wonders
With the joys that they can give

I hear the children laughing
And watch the flowers grow
I know of the poor whose happy
And then I come to know

That in this time that we’re alive
There will be laughter mixed with sadness
And when we sometimes fall and stumble
It is God who is there to catch us

For he knows that with out the grief
We often fail to see
That there are days of joy and smiles
And no burdens of worry

So with the pain we grow to hate
Comes with what we love
The wonderful mercies and grace of God
Who is always watching above

© Erica S. N. Cooper

Something from my archive of writing. It is so funny how in my time of stress and frustration I wonder how could I write this? I feel so far from GOD right now and it takes me about 6 or 7 years younger to give me encouragement. Talk about time travel.