I look around, and there are so many terrible things happening. I wonder why if there is a God, so many terrible continue to happen. Is there even a God? If there is a God, and he can control all these disasters, is he a sadist who desires the misery of humans? If he had no control over these disasters, why do we pray to him in times of struggle? People pray when the odds are against them because there is still a sliver of hope in them. They turn to God during painful times, but when he doesn't answer, it feels like the biggest betrayal.

Where were you

when those children were starving?

Where were you

when they were living in rags?

Where were you

when that child was beaten?

Where were you

when that boy was bullied?

Where were you

when that girl pleaded?

Where were you

when she was violated?

Where were you

when those students got shot?

Where were you

when their parents mourned?

With each passing tear,

I'm losing my faith,

but I want to believe that you still love us

So I'll ask you again:

Where are you, God?