What Must God Think

I see them weep
I hear their cries
as soot of death
fills blue skies

I gave them life
a glorious brain
and some use it to
kill in My name

Oh, do they know
these tearful souls
that not to I
should the blame go

Man I did create
with a free will
hoping they'd Love
yet some, they kill

I wipe your tears
as you look to the sky
and curse my name
and ask me "Why?"

I also see
amongst the grief
hearts full of Love
to give relief

I see My people
of whom I'm proud
help one another
amidst the crowd

I see you gather
in crowds to pray
and I do hear
each word you say

And to the loved ones
left in alarm
the ones you've lost
are in My arms.

© Ellen M. DuBois