How can I forgive You, God,
for the awful things I feel and see?
Is Your plan so badly flawed,
or does the problem lie with me,
that I don't understand the cost
You pay in grieving tears each day
for Paradise that Adam lost,
and for a world that's lost its way?
Do You have to stand aside
to let us daily make a choice
that we may, or maybe not, abide
in the hearing of Your voice
like sheep upon a grassy hill,
questioning their Shepherd's will?
Sylvia just hopes God's will always includes ice cream.
The audacity of those sheep is a powerful image, Andrew.
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