This is a poem I wrote a few years ago. God truly is there. People tried their best but I'm still alive.

WHERE ART THOU?

A darkness has engulfed the mansion

The rain stops for none in the expansion,

I stand drenched in disorderly fashion,

I wish to scream out, "Where art Thou?"

Why hast Thou forsaken me my Creator?

Why do these cannibals wish me dead?

Why hast my angel departed from me?

I have long cried out "Where art Thou God?"

Come to my aid O Omnipotent!

Those conniving sorcerers have bewitched me,

Come and rid me of this evil numbness,

O how I wish Thou rescue me Lord!

At last! My Savior has heard my plea!

He doth answereth my prayers of long,

I see them falling, I see them crying,

Of dust they art and dust they are eating.

All praise to God my Redeemer!

All Glory to His Holy Name!

All bow down before The Almighty!

He loves His created! He loves the innocent!