If there is a loving God who loves us more than we can even imagine, why does He let us hurt? Why does He let bad things happen to us? She lashes out at God asking that question at the back of everyone’s mind. She finds herself in angry tears later that night in her room. To make matters worse, it is picture day. She wakes up to acne, has “nothing” to wear, goes to school just to get lunch spilt all over her and loses her best friend. Summary: Kailtyn is a normal American teen. He may be contacted at: This email address is being protected from spambots. In exchange, the author would appreciate being notified of when and for what purpose the play is performed. This poem may be used free of charge, on the condition that copies are not sold for profit in any medium, nor any entrance fee charged. This poem may not be reproduced, translated or copied in any medium, including books, CDs and on the Internet, without written permission of the author. © Copyright Michael Hurn, all rights reserved. Heavenly Father, it is to You we look and intercede,
That from this terrible infectious scourge, Transforming our fear and doubtinto a trustful, thankful, shout.Īnd driven the enemy from his proud perch ‘For God, has not given us a spirit of fear …’ 2 Tim. My glory, and the lifter up of my head’ Psalm 33. Summary: A sequel to a previous "lockdown"-inspired poem, which can be found at
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