God is the answer

A poem that I found that I had written a few months ago


Why is it
the person I need most,
says He's there for me,
but yet He's so so far away?

Why is it
someone so mighty,
so powerful and huge,
has a voice that's impossible to hear?

Why is it
that when I give Him my sorrow,
and He takes it with no question,
more comes and quickly takes its place?

Why is it
that I'm supposed to follow His command,
and do what He says,
but He won't give me directions?

Why is it
that I should believe a practical stranger loves me
when those who know me best
say that lie to my face?

Why is it
no matter how hard I fight
to stay in the...

It's kind of how my dia went. I was on facebook and I found an artigo about some teenage exorcist girls who travel the world. I found it facinating and I thought to my self that I really apreciate what they do even though I don't know much about the subject. In the end of the article, one of the girls said that she doesn't watch TV and that she thinks filmes like Twilight and Harry Potter are evil or something like that. I really amor HP and filmes in general and I can recognize what's fiction and movie effects and what's real and evil, but still this brought weird thoughts to me. Like, I...