Looking Through God's Eyes

They say that God is everywhere protecting you and me,
They say that every move we make God Watches and He Sees.
I walked into my neighborhood to see what God had done,
To see what little Children were doing, how they were having fun.

At the first corner I saw a homeless family at a soup kitchen,
How could God be with these people, and with many others I do not mention?
I walked on and saw a little boy with no arms in a wheelchair,
How could God be so cruel, and not show this boy any love or care?

A school violence victim was next to cross my path,
How could God let this little girl fall into violenceís wrath?
Lastly was a loner reading his Bible, while other kids passed him by,
How could God not give this boy any friends, why, God, oh why?

A thought struck me, and I stopped and looked around,
For these people were not lost, they were Godís servants; they were found.
I thought back to the soup kitchen, God was giving them food and a residence,
I thought back to the handicapped boy, God was giving him peace and joy in his presence.
I thought back to the little girl, God kept her safe and sound,
I thought back to the loner, God was helping him become heaven-bound.

If I look at the bad, thatís all that I will I see,
We must look at it through Godís eyes, not through the eyes of you or me.

[ Lane Nelson -- from 'Chaplin777-owner@yahoogroups.com' ]


Inspirational Poems     SkyWriting.Net     All Rights Reserved.